Half an hour later, as the sun began to dip and the air became appreciably cooler, the rest of the pride began to materialise. One by one, females, males, and sub-adults came down to drink from the waterhole before gradually making their way off along the road, one of the old adult males taking up the rear and scent marking as he went.
Although they had moved off, their presence was heard late into the night with a chorus of deep roars punctuating the other night sounds. What a treat!



