The lioness watched over her pride, resting near the banks, her gaze both protective and discerning.
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.
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.
Her powerful stride exudes her feline strength and elegance as she approaches her resting pride.
His royal gaze casually catches a glimpse of me. Deadly quiet, my finger gingerly presses the shutter.
