Meowing is the only way to find them. And the only way to be found.

Your three kittens are lost somewhere in the forest. You are small, you cannot fight, and something is hunting them by sound.

Call out, and a kitten answers — but so does the thing in the grass.

A predator that hears you

A black panther prowls the forest. It never sees you first; it hears you. Every meow, every footstep, every second spent out in the open is a decision. Learn its breathing, its steps, the moment the birds go quiet.

Blind in the grass

The camera sits low, at a cat's eye level. Tall grass hides you completely — and hides everything else. Climb onto a stump to see over it, and you become the most visible thing in the field.

The light is running out 

Each run begins at golden hour and ends in the dark. The longer you take, the less you can see — and the closer it gets to your den.

Carry them home

One kitten at a time. Slower, louder, unable to crouch. The last trip home is always the worst one.

Short runs, different every time

Six to twelve minutes. Kittens hide in different places, the panther comes from somewhere new. Every kitten you bring home stays home — even if you don't make it back.