ILIYOPINDA
The young male cub chews at the remaining horns from an earlier hunt, the gnawing sounds cracking into the night.
The Watchful Monarch: A Morning Encounter with the King of the Pride
The early morning dew reflects the cold snap of air as the lion pride male stirs to his feet.
He looked to one side, catching a glimpse of one of his pride emerging from the bush.
His roars rolled over the territory that was his kingdom.
The little lion cub began to hunt his father, his eyes locked on target.
His youthful golden lion eyes, reflecting the last light of the setting sun, pierced the dusk with a quiet intensity.
Her measured stride slowed as the lioness rounded the pathway, catching sight of her pride up ahead.
The lion’s piercing stare studies his focus of interest: me.
A deeply quiet, yet proud, expression oozes as the elder lion of two brothers surveys his land in the early dawn.
He rests quietly, observing his land regally against the setting of incoming rolling mist.
His paw gingerly lifts to touch his father’s looming face.
His youthful golden eyes stare silently into the dusk, listening to the distant sounds of barking and the grunts of the wild echoing in the night ahead.
His royal gaze casually catches a glimpse of me. Deadly quiet, my finger gingerly presses the shutter.
The young male cub chews at the remaining horns from an earlier hunt, the gnawing sounds cracking into the night.
The maturing cub softly emerges from the bush, eyes deliberately locked onto the path nearby.
He lay still as a statue. His eyes observing me intently as I very slowly pulled back.
Father and son share a quiet moment in the still heat of the day.