The group held their breath as they watched the leopard escape not far from their side.
Its pathetic state resembled that of a defeated dog.
After a bout of chaotic screeching, the macaques' gathered courage dissipated.
On the ground, they might have been able to gang up on the leopard and take revenge.
But against the sky's ruler, the group of macaques became easy prey, only able to be butchered by the eagle.
The great battle ultimately didn't unfold, and the crowd looked at each other wordlessly, relieved but also surprised by a question.
How did the golden eagle come to fixate on this group of monkeys?
After all, this was a mid-to-low altitude area with broadleaf forests, and even if the monkeys had forced the leopard into a small open forested area in their attack, it shouldn't have attracted the golden eagle's attention.
With the vast highland meadows and all those sheep and cattle, weren't they enough for its talons?
