The sky was still dark.
The cold father's low growl sounded in the camp.
The four female lions got up.
They decided to set off to hunt before the sun came out.
Otherwise, the heat would be unbearable.
At this moment.
Many herbivores that had eaten for a night were most relaxed and easy to approach.
Now that the weather was too hot, they could not bring back their prey. It was also time for the young cubs to learn how to hunt. Hence, the female lions decided to bring them along.
The pride bathed in the bright moonlight and crawled into the dense bushes at the back. They quietly walked towards the distant thorny Acacia Tree forest.
They decided to hunt giraffes again.
Although it was dangerous, only this type of prey was enough to fill the pride.
The murderous aura of the pride seemed to be innate.
As they walked, they were full of life. The birds and squirrels in the bushes fled after smelling the scent.