Deep within the high grass, in a shaded are under a large tree, Rockfig watched the carcass of the dead impala she’d killed the night before resting in the limbs above. It was funny actually, she watched it as if she thought it would move. As if she didn’t pay close attention, it might spring to life and run away.
What a beautiful creature she was…is. A momma too. We knew she had cubs somewhere in the area but they were too young to be with her when she killed and we knew she would return to them at some point. We didn’t wait to follow however, her mind was on the impala. She wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.