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.

Gently stretching its wing and leg back just above water, a flamingo slowly awakens to a twirling pink mist.

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

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 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.