The duststorm had been raging for hours. Fine, sharp sand sweeping across the open landscape, blinding the animals the got in its path. The swift-footed, antelope and giraffe and the birds too, fled before it, racing to keep out of the danger. The sturdy, the rhinoceros, the hippopotamus and the elephant, stood firm, backs turned against the sand, trying to outlast it.
A grey shape sped across the dry land, footprints being washed away behind him by the roaring wind. A lion. He panted through gritted teeth, sliding to crouch behind an overhanging rock in the hope that the storm could not last much longer. His dark, almost black, mane was matted with sand and grass that had been kicked up by the wind, his green eyes red as he rubbed them with one paw, trying to remove the grains that had gummed around the edges.
Kicheko sighed deeply and settled more comfortably behind his makeshift shelter. He was tired, and as his growling belly reminded him, hadn't managed a kill, or even scavenged someone else's, in days. He looked sadly into the storm, knowing sooner or later the wind would have to die down. But for his own sake, he hoped sooner.