A silent night interspersed by the sounds of gunshots. The Great Hunt had recommenced for the year, and a thousand hunters swarmed the Savannah in search of the dwindling lions.
In the darkness, with acoustic amplifiers, they surveyed the areas for any sounds that might give away the location of their prey. It was a tough competition, but for those who won, the glory was theirs.
And it was an evolutionary imperative. The hunters shooting by the roars of the lions. Now only the quiet whimpering endangered lions survive, cowering and hiding, while the hunters hunt for elusive glory.