In the quietude of the savannah, the Hunter’s hand gently rested by the King’s side. Not quite touching, but sharing in each other’s warmth. This was as close to the King as the Hunter dared to get. Yet, this small gesture of allowance was not disregarded by the Hunter. For this was such an extraordinary moment, that for a fleeting second he forgot to breathe. In the enormity of what was happening, he felt the King’s gaze fall on him, and he found himself unable to meet the King’s eye, rather choosing a spot over and beyond his kingly mane. A moment of understanding shared between them both, each recognizing the other’s place in the ancient rhythm of life.