At first, Imani had been too preoccupied with the unseen stalkers to notice where she was standing; it was when she nearly tripped over a creature's yellowed collarbone that she realized what kind of place they had come into.
With mixed fascination and horror, she stared down at the bleached bones of a lion whose gender she couldn't ascertain. Surely, in such a barren place, starvation had done these lions in. If they had only known how close they had been to Grass Walls, she pondered, then perhaps they would have had the will to go on.
As Imani slowly moved among the animals' remains, another realization struck her. Tenga had said that his mother died of starvation. How must he be feeling right now?
Whirling around, she saw him standing mutely over the corpse of a young cub. Her heart dropped like lead.
"Let's go, Tenga." She suggested softly, "There's nothing we can do for them now."
How she wished that it were not true, she thought; and how she hoped that this would never happen to those she loved.