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.
Her eyes tell the story of her days, to the times we will never know.
Scenting the still late afternoon air, the cub king sets the scene for the next generation of his pride.
He stands stock still, staring back at us as we freeze in his presence.
Watching for danger, a wild dog pauses to stare back as it guards its pups nearby dining on a kill.
A leopardess scrambles down a tree in seconds, taking her prey to safety elsewhere.
