[Scene: The African Savannah at Dusk]

(Golden light fades over the grasslands. A herd of zebras grazes, unaware of the danger lurking nearby.)

David Attenborough (narrating, hushed but intense):
"As night falls, the hunters emerge. A pride of lionesses moves in perfect silence, eyes locked on their prey."

(The camera zooms in—muscles tense, tails flick, bodies low to the ground. The zebras stir, sensing something, but it’s too late.)

"With explosive speed, they strike."

(A zebra bolts, hooves pounding, dust rising. The lead lioness lunges—claws rake its flank. A second lioness joins, cutting off escape. The zebra stumbles—one final leap, and it’s over.)

"The pride will eat tonight. But soon, the scavengers will come. In the wild, no meal goes unchallenged."

(Darkness falls as the lions feast, the savannah alive with unseen eyes.)