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

The soft nuzzle and touch of the female lioness reassures the little cub of the pride’s togetherness.

The little lion cub lay there, his head resting on his sister's sleepy body, his eyes far away.

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

The lioness carefully groomed her little cub, gingerly licking around her ear as the setting sun cast its early shadow across the pride.

In the golden embrace of the African savannah, a young lion cub finds himself captivated by a small commotion unfurling amidst the long, dry grass.

His paw gingerly lifts to touch his father’s looming face.

A young cub is engrossed in a moment, as his younger sister keeps a wary eye on me.

Scenting the still late afternoon air, the cub king sets the scene for the next generation of his pride.