A growl like thunder rumbled in the lions throat.

Her muscles rippled like a raindrop on a puddle.

The fangs like stalactites on the roof of her mouth.

Her eyes like old toenail clippings.

The glossy fur was like burning sand in the setting sun.

Its ears folded back and took a threatening step closer.

Her nose twitched like a frightened squirrel, stalking her next kill.

The claws unsheathed like a pocket knife, she pounced.

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