Description
This young lion had just finished suckling, and the sun was slipping behind the horizon, casting everything in soft gold. His body was full, his world still small, and in that quiet pause, he seemed to melt into the fading warmth of the evening.
I watched from a distance as he lay there—calm, alert, and completely at peace. There was no urgency in his eyes, only the kind of safety that comes from being close to his mother. This image is a reminder that even in the wild, sanctuary isn’t always a place—it’s a moment. A feeling. A fleeting breath of comfort before the world calls him to grow into the lion he’s destined to become.