Our ranger shushed us as he slowed the vehicle to a rolling stop. Three heads popped out of the bush. Amber eyes stared. We held our collective breathe. With one graceful leap the mother cheetah landed onto our landrover hood. I could have reached out my hand and stroked her gold flecked fur.
She gazed intently toward the horizon. Deep inside her belly rumbled. Would she find dinner for her family today?