One Good Shot: Your Gaze Is Preying on Me

The lion cubs aren’t so little anymore—in fact, they’re kind of huge—and the buffoonish antics of their semi-coordinated childhood are giving way to the lithe movements of growing predators. This is not to say that they don’t still tumble over each other from time to time, but now their growls over bones are more serious warnings than excuses to jump on each other. And when this cub heard something—a bird, a chipmunk, a child’s squeal? Who knows—and looked up from its food, I was pretty certain that it was still thinking in terms of meals, be they pre-prepared or still in motion.

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