she listens. he describes a magical land. one where she might be tempted, but nevertheless one preferred to the base evils of man.

it delights her, expressed through the wags of her tail - when she notices it doing so, it cheers her even more.

sancha follows after the leon. his steps are long, but a trot helps her keep the pace.

they travel the rim of the lake. north, unbeknownst to her.

and every ten steps, she finds something new to wonder at.

many sorts of animals come to the waters. they are quick to leave at their approach. as she spots them, she catches up to uhuru's grand head, and gestures with her own.

antelope? she tries to identify.

zebra.

gazelle.

this is done for each new sight, until she's learned the looks of a wildebeest, the difference between springboks and impalas, and been told the long bird with a straw crown is a crane.

and there is still much more to be seen.

and somehow, her curiosities go back to him.

are there many like you? she asks as they plod through a muddy bank.