Reaching our main camp, I gazed around at the abandoned huts, shivering at the ghosts that I imagined. I had hoped Mhor would camp here before traveling back to his land, but there was no sign of him.
So, I made my way to the cave by the waterhole where we used to meet in secret. As I reached the thicket surrounding the water, I sensed someone watching me. Slowing, I bent over to take a drink, using the pause to assess my stalker. By the silence of the movement, it could only be another lion or a leopard, and a leopard would avoid a direct confrontation with an adult lioness.
Grasping my dagger, I swung around. "Show yourself!"
A long pause followed, the night air filled with the sounds of crickets and frogs. My gaze danced across the rustling grass and trees prepared to pounce at any a
