cold and dark in the morning now smh
her barking was strange but did not put uhuru off his stride. full-throated and resonant, sancha had a voice that carried more than his own. it was not high-pitched, the annoying yap, the hideous cackling -- all these sounds he had come to equate with those of her kind in these lands.
ahead, the kudu was stumbling. it fell again, and he saw the tremble of its neck even at this distance.
uhuru's pupils were expanding.
ah,said the lion, and at last something which could be called a smile attended his own mouth.
a mystery, for i myself hath heard tell of lesser cats and their distasteful propensity for water.
ahead, the kudu was stumbling. it fell again, and he saw the tremble of its neck even at this distance.
if thou dwell long in the savannah, thou shalt see the deltas flood and rivers emerge where the ground was once dry. thou shalt witness the drowning deaths which follow sudden deluge. and thou shalt witness the crocodile, that beast of great teeth which even i avoid.
uhuru's pupils were expanding.
the flood is their dominion, not myest own.
