Lion RP (if anyone is in the mood)

The wind pierced Seline's eyes and she tried again and again to refocus them on a Thompson gazelle than was grazing carelessly near bye. She was a loner, skinny and fatigued by less and less prey. But, if you glismped at her, you would see a fat lioness, whom seemed well fed. This was because she was carrying unborn cubs. She was a unusually light tan female with 3 fading striped on her head. Her blue eyes were deeper than the ocean it's self; twisted with horrible experiences and wrong turns. Although she was almost not existent, she continued to stay hopeful things would lighten up for her.
The sun-kissed wind ruffled her untidy fur sending her a shiver. It was hot, but this hot only brought fear. It was way to warm for winter in the Savannah.
Refocusing her mind on the gazelle, she crept forward, belly touching the ground. She was 10 feet away; good enough for a gallop and leap. Something caught her attention on the opposite side of the gazelle. Under a low Acadia tree was a pair of golden eyes. She looked harder, seeing a larger mangy face and what looked like an unkempt dry mane. Alarm flared though Seline's body. She lifted her head abruptly and leaped from the bushes, running past the gazelle, whom was in panic trying to scatter to a hiding place. The male who was hiding, was now in well pursuit of Seline. Seline knew what he wanted. He wanted to get some mating done, so he would not be the last of his generation. Seline sped snarling under her breath and ear flattened as she ran. He would NOT mate with her, and her cubs would be safe. But would he catch her?