Two tawny ears are all that is visible of the lioness as she crouches among the smooth surfaced rocks of the granite outcrop. She gazes into the distance, sharp eyes narrowed to golden slits against the prevailing winds. Every so often she shakes her grizzled head, temporarily dislodging the horde of flies that cling to her ragged ears. Emerging from the dawn comes a column of great beasts, each with a small calf by its side. She will need to work hard in order to provide for her three cubs, each only 2 weeks old. She had left her pride to give birth and will only return when her cubs are big enough to be left with the pride while she hunts. Until then, the family is playing the waiting game.