A leisurely late afternoon drive, coupled with great expectancy, is rewarded by the discovery of fresh paw prints embedded in the warm Kalahari sand. A few hundred meters further, the sun illuminates the golden tones of a black-maned Kalahari lion, napping in the shade of a shrub.
His lazy gaze becomes more focused as he watches every movement of the human invasion in his territory. The tail seems to do a tap dance, clearly communicating his irritability. The moving sun eventually forces him to leave the spot, muscles rippling as he walks towards the red dunes. The golden grass closing behind him like a curtain call.