It was like any usual hunting day for me, climbing my favorite and tallest tree in the jungle at sun-high, then gazing down looking for my next victim from one of the thick, moss-covered branches I always laid on.
Suddenly something caught my eye; deer!
A fawn was grazing on the grass below. Quickly and quietly, I climbed onto lower branches that grew just above where the deer was, the sweet scent flooded over me.

My technique of hunting was what most would call 'odd' compared to other cats, I preyed from the trees when it was cloudy and dark because if I had done so when sunny, the prey would see my shadow and I'd lose my kill.
Why do I hunt in trees in the first place? Well, because one: I'm a jaguar—one of various types of big cats that typically live in trees. And two—I can see the size of my prey from above and the different routes to jump.

And (in my favour) that day had been cloudy, so I could hunt in trees.
The fawn had still been eating below me when I pounced. I landed square on its shoulders, aware that I would have to be quick enough to kill the deer before it could regain balance and escape. So I swiftly did so, savouring the taste of it's overwhelming warm blood, when was the last time I caught one of these? I bit down harder and broke my canines through its skull. Yes, I know... Not the nicest way to kill prey, but hey, it's heritage. I dipped my head to thank for it's providing.
Where shall I feast on this? I wondered. A tree! Yes. But I'll feast on a stronger one so this fits on as well as myself.