We stepped out of the vehicle, the heat hitting us instantly. The male lion turned his head, his golden eyes locking onto us. He bared his teeth, a low rumble vibrating in his chest.
“Steady,” I whispered. We weren’t just fighting a snake; we were entering the kill zone of an apex predator. But strangely, the male didn’t charge. He held his ground, watching us. We moved in on the snake. The python hissed, a sound like steam escaping a pipe, but it couldn’t release its grip without losing its prize. It was committed.
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