Deep in the African scrublands, you lurk in the branches of a massive baobab tree, watching your quarry as he walks by.
A brown-haired human male, most likely a tourist, based on his garb and light skin, has been wandering through the bush for hours. He's clearly lost, but you've been tailing him for a while now, making sure that no help will reach him. His khaki shorts and white T-shirt have been ripped and torn by sharp branches and thorns, and the man's starting to stumble from lack of water. You grin to yourself-the time has come.
Standing at 9 feet, 6 inches tall, you tower over the 5'8" man. Your sandy yellow fur is a creamy white on your stomach and around your face, allowing you to blend in with the tall grass of the savannah. Your tail, about 3 feet long, twitches like a thing alive, eager to start the hunt, and your claws, each about half an inch claw, sheath and unsheathe as you patiently wait for the man to get closer.
In terms of body, you're a knockout: each of your two breasts are the size of large watermelons, and your butt is just behind them in size. You wear a layer of fat from your previous hunts, making you soft and curvy, but it's still easy to see the muscles rippling underneath your skin. Your stomach growls a bit, but you hold your gut in your paws and massage it gently. You haven't eaten in a few days, and you need to find something to eat soon. You start to crouch, getting yourself into a pouncing position as the man walks beneath your perch. This one's going to feel good in your stomach...
Suddenly, you hear a human-like laugh, causing all of your fur to stand on end. Hyenas. Those damn predators will beat you to your meal! About to leap down, you stop for a minute. If one hyena's nearby, there will surely be the rest of its pack: far more meat than one scrawny human. Perhaps you could eat them instead and keep the man around for later-you could use a mate, after all, and you could just eat him later.
Eight large hyenas have appeared from the undergrowth, circling the man. As he backs up against the baobab tree, you can hear him whimpering in fear.
What should you do?
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