This pride of lions rested for the duration of the sunny day in dappled shade.
We sympathised with this lioness’s irritation at the buzzing flies all around her face – trying to leach off the last remnants of blood on her fur from the kill she’d fed on the night before.
Pockets of light were scattered about as the last rays landed on earth, and the lionesses relished them.
That evening it was a different story… we found them nearby on the soft sand of the riverbed. Some of them were drinking – but it was all action for this mating pair. The male would not let the female move more than a metre away from him, and they mated every 20 minutes or so.