The Flesh of the Enemies

Evening.

The sun was setting.

The heat on the grassland receded a little.

However, the dry air and hot wind were still unbearable for the pride.

They lay motionless in the shade of the bushes.

The adult gnu in the morning had filled the stomachs of the cold father lions. They could continue until tomorrow to hunt.

However, the water in his body evaporated too quickly.

They still had to go to the river to replenish their water in order to survive this long and hot night.

When the sun was about to set.

The cold father stood up from the grass and set off with the lionesses and cubs, walking towards the river at the foot of the hill.

The new female cub, Catherine, hesitated for a moment before getting up from the bushes and following him.

She was thirsty too.

Lars turned his head and roared at her with a fierce expression, as if he was deliberately scaring her.