The lioness remained still, her body relaxed but her eyes keen, scanning the land with quiet authority.

The Watcher in the night: Obsidian meaning the darkness and mystery of this moment.

Heavy-eyed and dazed, the male lion sits up, gazing intently at a hornbill’s morning feast, his own hunger long satisfied but curiosity stirring.

Wild dogs play on a hill, framed by storm clouds, a symbol of their fragile existence.

He stood alone, on guarded watch over the hyena den.

He looked to one side, catching a glimpse of one of his pride emerging from the bush.

Lifting in a sudden turn, the large hippo opens its jaws in a show of territorial defiance.

Flipping across the bamboo reeds, a Red Bishop brings its newfound material to build its nest.

The little lion cub began to hunt his father, his eyes locked on target.

The pup turns his teeth, flashing at the Alpha female, his mother, indicating his displeasure for her to join the feast.

The members of her herd stood by the edge of the lake, savouring the refreshing sustenance of life.

Captured in a frozen moment, a Red Bishop Weaver turns to attack a passing mayfly.

Her arrival received a whoop of cries as the hyenas engaged in their traditional greeting ceremony of squeals and groans.

The lion cub warily eyes me as I steady my shot of the pride at rest.

She made her first charge, protective of her calf, as we approached.

The leopard savoured its fresh kill, a reward for its patient effort.

A Greater Flamingo flips over a pair of resting Pied Avocets during take-off.

The black rhino calf turned quietly, its glance one of distrust.

The Dwarf Mongoose: A Curious Observer in the Twilight Wilderness.

He turned to bite at the buzzing fly as it landed on his back, suddenly noticing me behind.