Suddenly, a burst of cinnamon fur explodes from the thicket beside us. “Lioness! On the hunt!” hisses Roelof, and gestures for me to duck down behind a dead acacia tree. Rakita is just ahead of us, about 10m from the lion, who is now stalking an impala heading straight in our direction. She sees us and freezes. Slowly, Rakita gets to his knees and lowers his whole body so he is lying flat on the ground. The two eye one another as I peer through the desiccated branches.
le snag if they are walking they may want something to eat look on the bright side a wildebeast is a meal for all the family while you are only a taster.
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