yes. a kudu,explained the lion. he wondered at the sudden shyness of sancha, wondered whether or not she described him in jest. then again, uhuru had no bark.
what he had were a series of hng calls; they began sudden and hoarse, starting low in his throat and carrying out over the grass sea.
startled, their quarry leapt to ailing feet and continued its struggle, though too fast to sustain on an injured leg. persistence hunting was the name of his way most often, with no pride to run down for him a kill.
uhuru followed placidly. it was not yet time to run.
following this, i shall show thee another place to swim.he did not favor the waters himself.