Golden ripples reflect across an untouched African sunset to the cry of a circling fish eagle.

Its powerful claw grips the freshly taken buck as the leopard gingerly tugs and chews on a tender strip of meat.

His youthful golden eyes stare silently into the dusk, listening to the distant sounds of barking and the grunts of the wild echoing in the night ahead.

She offered herself in the face of her hungry elders to provide the younger ones with a bit more time to feast.

The silhouette of a leopard preening itself is revealed against a blood-orange African sunset.

He swiftly crosses, his powerful paws barely touching the dusty earth of the dry river bed.

The hippo sways her head heavily, warning us to stay away.

A wild dog submits to his dominant pack as he presses forward to join the feast.

The silhouette of a leopard preening itself is revealed against a blood-orange African sunset.

The little one casually strolls over to the adults, her small steps driven by the call of one of the elders.

The leopard turns to swiftly check for a place of safety, his kill beneath.

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.