A lion crouched in the reeds of the dry, flat plain. He held the long bow in his hands parallel to the ground, aiming. Then, in a flash, wrung up the bow and fired a long straight shot. The arrow flew with amazing accuracy into the foreside of the male kudu ten meters in front of him. The kudu stumbled in his attempt to escape, but failed when the lion brought him down with a single swipe of his forearm. The male kudu lay on the ground, hanging onto the rope of life, until the lion fired a second arrow into the throat of the deer. At the knowledge of the death of his victim, the lion bent on his knees, and placed his forehead on the mid flank of the kudu. He knelt there for multiple heartbeats. His mouth formed the words “Thank Nosa” repeating them softly over and over, speaking to the grass below himself, and no one else. The sun had passed down in the vast blue lake of sky, and the lion picked up the kudu and set home.
The sun had