Chinemerem Iheanyichukwu Ukanwa

In The Den Of Agbalakwen Chinemerem Iheanyichukwu Ukanwa

The great Agbalakwem lion emerged out of the reeds at full charge, a blur of soft yellowish-brown, an animal as tall and almost as heavy as the quarry it hunted. It crossed the open ground so swiftly that the bull had only begun to turn away before the Agbalakwem lion was on him. It landed on his back cured yellow claws hooked through dark hide and flesh at shoulder and haunch. The long fangs sank into the back of the buffalo's neck holding it steady while one paw reached forward and grasped the bull's nose. A single powerful wrench twisted the black neck back against the holding fangs the spine snapped with a sharp sound and the bull folded in full run. Before he hit the ground the great Agbalakwem lion had left it dropping lightly to the ground seeming hardly to touch it before he was in the air again a long leap flashing soft brown against the pink dawn sky to land easily across the back of an old dark cow that ran beside the bull.