It was dusk. The day was ending, the night beginning and a twilight had fallen over the savannah. It was the perfect time to hunt, or to relax and feast on food already stored away.The latter was what Uri had chosen to do. He kept his cache well stocked in case Kari - or someone else - dropped in to visit the place among the trees and rocks he haunted. When he wasn't on patrol, it was where he called home.

Half a young gazelle lay before the slender cat and he tore off strips to eat now carefully. The rest could go back up the acacia tree he was resting under.