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

The wild dog pups bounced and turned, snarling and whimpering in the play of survival.

The leopard lay still, observing a rising sun on the distant horizon.

The hyena cubs lay patiently by the den, awaiting their mothers return before nightfall.

The taste was a pleasure, but his eyes were alert as he constantly scanned the bush around him.

He looked to one side, catching a glimpse of one of his pride emerging from the bush.

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

Lifting in a sudden turn, the large hippo opens its jaws in a show of territorial defiance.

His roars rolled over the territory that was his kingdom.

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 pup turns his teeth, flashing at the Alpha female, his mother, indicating his displeasure for her to join the feast.

The members of her herd stood by the edge of the lake, savouring the refreshing sustenance of life.

The leopard rose silently to turn, her focus on the hyena approaching below.

The leopard ambled down the path with the confidence of a king.

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

The little lion cub lay there, his head resting on his sister's sleepy body, his eyes far away.

Her arrival received a whoop of cries as the hyenas engaged in their traditional greeting ceremony of squeals and groans.

The young leopard looks through the savannah grass in the dim light, his tongue flicking at the taste of a good meal.

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