“The lions eyes, haunting and ghostly, never leave us.”
(The true definition of “blood curdling”. Truly haunting.)
We just stand and stare. The lioness grunts and curses as it tears at the tape with its front paws. In about 15 seconds, the tape is off and it lets out the loudest, most rabid roar that I have ever heard. The simba continues with at least 5 minutes of constant, deafening roaring. We back away a few steps. The lions eyes, haunting and ghostly, never leave us. Benjamin retreats to his truck and quickly returns with his camera.
“I’m going to take a few pictures of our captive. I need to email Noah an update, and I’ll attach a photo of the first ‘Man-eater of Masai Mara’. Tomorrow I’ll probably call him.”
“Tomorrow you may have quite the story, Mate. She is calling out to her partners!”