it was the second of that early morning, and he had already heard the answering fickle cries of zebra.
now he strode in powerful lines through the golden tracery of first light, tail curled.
a leopardess watched him with gleaming green eyes.
a pair of jackals waited to see if he would lead them to a kill.
uhuru ignored his observers. his own eyes searched for those other lionesses of the savannah.
