The Leos Part 5
The following day the Lionesses set off on a hunt with the two Nomads following. They soon came across some Zebra and made a kill. The Nomads were quite hungry after the fights and needed to feed, they stormed in, the Lionesses giving way and they got stuck in. Done, they lay in the shade and watched the Lionesses approach carefully and start feeding.
They dozed off and later when they awoke in the bright hot sunlight, found the Lionesses also resting close by, all seemed to be forgiven.
That night the two Victors joined into a chorus and the whole world was informed by the rolling thunder of their triumphant roaring, that they now were the rulers of the area, and that any intruder would be doing so at its own peril.
The old beaten male listened and understood the thundering message, remembering that he had also done so, he also realised that he could not change the Law of the Lion. He got up and crossed the river and followed the warm tar road. . . . .
The Lionesses also understood the message in the rolling thunder and again realised that the Law of the Lion had to be obeyed as they had been forged over many centuries and much blood had been shed in doing so.
The smell of the loser seemed to be everywhere, so the Victors decided to move off to their previous haunt, taking their hard fought for prize, with them.
The newly formed pride settled in well at the place of the reddish rocks in the bed of the Shingwedzi River.
Not many full moons would pass before Shumba the eldest Lioness started moving closer to Leopold, rubbing against him and laying close by, she would love his watching her tail as she lifted and then dropped it. The two males also experienced a strange feeling; one they had never known before . . . . .
At dusk the following day Shumba rubbed her body against Leopold and then lured him away, not far off they did what the Law of the Lion declared what strong, healthy, red blooded Lions should do to ensure their survival. Leondo missed Leopold and went out to find him, following this wonderful odour luring him into the bush. He soon found the happy couple laying close together, Shumba licking Leopold affectionately. She got up and went to him and also rubbed her hot body against his, he also understood the Law of the Lion, Leopold not being concerned, they were brothers and shared.
Two days later the happy trio returned to the other two Lionesses.
The old beaten Lion moved further south, where he made his new home at the footing of a little hill from where he often surveyed the plains of Africa, he sometimes when he felt it safe enough, practised his roars although not as loudly as in his younger days. Game was not as plentiful as he was used to, he also now had to fend for himself, he had no Lionesses that he could care for and protect in exchange for a food supply. After a catch he had to remain in the area to fend off the large gang of Hyaenas. Times were tough, his wounds and scars had healed but the canines were blunting, with the cold approaching the limping was becoming more painful.
The life of leisure and contentment was great, the only disturbance was the Hyaena family, whom was regularly taken care of and sent of scurrying and yelping, sometimes with a new bleeding scar.
Sometimes a vehicle would by accident come across the well cared for Red Rocks pride and spend many hours watching the two dark maned Kings and their shiny well looked after Queens, lying in the morning sun on the sandy bed of the Great Shingwedzi River, enjoying their safety. They would also sometimes hear the rolling thunder across the sunlit African plains.
The other two Lionesses also followed the Law of the Lion, this time each one had her own preferred King.
After another full moon Queen Shumba disappeared but the pride was not too concerned as they had noticed that her teats were swollen and she was becoming short of breath. It would also be very difficult to find her here at Red Rocks as there are many hiding places.
The rains came and the dust settled and landscape turned to a lush green with brightly coloured birds singing their songs while building their nests and hatching their little chicks.
After a stormy night at the little hill further down south, the old Lion set out to scavenge something to eat, he smelt the carrion of a rotting carcass and followed his senses, and there it was, flies buzzing and maggots crawling around and on the rotting flesh, at least it was food. The vultures started falling from the sky, the watching Hyaenas went to investigate, there it was flies buzzing and maggots crawling around and on the carcass, and also something dangerous; a male Lion. There were many of them and they started howling and galloping around the old Lion and the flesh. They were starving and they had a duty to do, to rid the African plains of the dead, the dying and the diseased, also the old and the weak. The Hyaenas closed in and biting his rear chased the old Male from their acquired prize. He gave way and lie up in the bush watching his enemy devouring his find, but not daring to go closer.
Two days later the old male set out again, moving away further and further from his home; there was nothing, only the following enemy, the gang of Hyaenas, becoming bolder and bolder by the hour. The sun was scorching and the periods in between him stopping for a rest became shorter and shorter, thirst and the lack of nutrition was getting the better of him. He felt his stamina and strength dwindling away. Eventually the sun reached the western horizon and the shadows grew longer and the cool set in. The Hyaenas grew bolder in the dark of the night and came closer, one brave female charged and gave the old retired King a sharp bite. He turned and chased her off, then another one charged and took a bite, it was again sent off, then another and another and another.
The old King attempted to crawl deeper into the covering bush but the enemy kept on coming, eventually the whole gang closed in and dragged the exhausted old Monarch from the bush . . . . . the following morning only a few tufts of hair and piece of skull marked the place where he lost his last battle and his life . . . . . . . all in accordance with the Law of the Bush.
Many days trekking further north, the thundering chorus of two Great Kings amplified by the rocks rolled across the plains of a new wonderful day, announcing the coming of a new little bundle of darkly spotted golden coloured fur - little prince Simba; all in accordance with the Law of the Lion..
I participate because I care - CUSTOS NATURAE
No to Hotels in and commercialization of our National Parks.
No to Legalized Rhino and Lion trade.
Done 144 visits to National Parks.
What a wonderful privilege.