Still considered a sub adult cub, this tigress was coming into her own. The legendary T19’s DAUGHTER she wove through the now dryinG up tree barks, and tall grasses turning from green to brown on a hot Day All the while following the scent Of a herd if sambar on At a watering hole. As she paused, contemplating her next move the light caught her eye while her body was still in the shadow of camouflage.
4 AM. Benaras is sleeping. The stars are dead. The people are hollowed out like the inside of a drum playing the same beat it grew up to...