Leopard on the Edge: A Tree, a Kill, and the Approach of Hyenas.

A Hyena Cub's Vigil.

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.

The African leopard steps down, gingerly testing her grip on the hewn bark.

The leopard silently wandered along the path, cutting through the low grass with twists and turns, heading thirstily towards the nearby river.

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

A young female leopard sits regally on a fallen jackalberry tree in the late afternoon, looking back at me.

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

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

The hornbill swerves away, turning towards his calling mate, his wingbeats stretching towards the skyline.

She stared back, her mother sniffing behind her ear reassuring her.

The face of the battle-scared leopard stares back at me as he turns the corner.

Peek-a-boo seemed a game the little leopard enjoyed playing, but it was anything but play.

The young leopard peeks cautiously around the protective trunk of the old, gnarly leadwood tree.

He paused, waiting, his golden leopard eyes locked on the hyena beneath.

She rounded the path, her eyes catching sight of her pride up ahead.

He stopped limping and turned to watch us as we went by.

The leopard's stare assumes a puzzled expression as it holds the delectable tendon in its jaws.

The lion’s piercing stare studies his focus of interest: me.