sarabi lay splendid in the sun, and as uhuru caught his own breath, he traced the arch of one hip with appreciative gaze.
this kill was hers to have, to possess, to give. that was their law. on her offering, he did not wait.
entrails and blood slid into the grass. the lion was soon painted in red, low growls suggesting his pleasure at the meal.
belly swelled with the wealth of their triumph, uhuru pulled away, joining sarabi at a small distance but making little move yet to clean his fur.
while she ate, his eyes belonged to her guarding.


