Low light slicks the mud as a river bend stills. Muscle gathers at the water’s edge. A haze hangs above the surface. Hooves beat softly, a muffled drum inside the hush. A young buffalo calf slips at the rim, its legs scrambling for purchase, its muzzle wet with its first taste of the river. From the thicket, tawny bodies emerge, low and silent. Lions. The river answers with a dark heave. A cro...
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