Name: Oleta<br/>Species: Thompson's Gazelle<br/>Sex: Female<br/>Age: 22<br/><br/>Oleta stepped off the boat and shivered. She was used to much warmer climes, and her thin fur didn't protect her well against it. She wasn't very strong, but she was a powerful and fast runner, as her long, well-toned legs would attest to. She stepped down the gangplank, glad to be on solid ground again, though she still had her sea legs for a bit. She looked at the tiger, and at the platform, knowing exactly it's purpose. She had planned on proving something, and by jove, she was going to show them what prey species could do! With a measure of pride, she took the step on to the platform.