Aconsumate storyteller, Combes shared this story, "Driving along a dusty track in Nakuru National Park at 7 o’clock one morning, out of the corner of my eye I caught a slight movement in the grass, a shape which broke the pattern of undergrowth some ten yards in. I pulled to a halt and we waited, trying not to be typical tourists, hoping the lions would accept and ignore our presence. After about 15 minutes, we were rewarded when the lioness rose and rubbed her face against the male’s side, then crouched back down in front of him, glancing invi. . .