He turns, his mouth chewing slowly as he stares back briefly.
In the late afternoon haze, an elephant herd pauses as the matriarch thoughtfully scents the air.
The younger of the two lion brothers gazes with steely confidence back at me, reflecting a certain pride over their African kingdom.
Gently, he returns the affection, wrapping his searching trunk around his older sibling.
The leopard turns to gaze to me, after dropping its quarry to rest for a moment.
Wary of our presence, a massive bull rises out of the water, mouth agape, warning us not to come any closer.
Faster than the eye can see, the Malachite Kingfisher expels a spitball of its last meal.
The leopard pauses, looking down carefully, as it prepares to leap to the ground below silhouetted against the ember red glow of the final African sunset moment.
His royal gaze casually catches a glimpse of me. Deadly quiet, my finger gingerly presses the shutter.
He took a sidestep, catching the sudden movement nearby in the bushes.
His powerful claw grips the freshly taken buck as it gingerly tugs and chews on a tender strip of meat.
The hyena ambles away from the battle, the buck’s heard firmly in her grip.
As the burning sunset paints the sky hues of orange, our tracker leads us deep into the heart of the African bush along the winding wilderness tracks.
A young cub is engrossed in a moment, as his younger sister keeps a wary eye on me.
A clownish expression stares back at me from the male lion as he deftly avoids the snapping fangs of his mate.
The little one examines something on the ground that stirs his curiosity as the herd looks on patiently.
His fist waves unconsciously as he finds balance to scratch a momentary itch.
Her hiss was a clear reflection of her thought, and her emerald eyes flashed a warning.
A young cub, followed by his mother, draws the attention of the pride's male as they pass by.
An older sibling wraps his trunk around his younger brother in a playful caress.
