n impala ram blocks the track, body rigid with tension. Before I can make out where he’s staring, more impala erupt from the thicket, leaping across our path in breakneck confusion. “Dogs!” calls our guide. Sure enough, the first pursuer bounds into view, then another to the right, running in parallel. We rumble off after them. But by the time we catch up, the impala are gone and the dogs – nine altogether – have regrouped under a tree. The youngsters are chittering excitedly, in a
born to RUN
Oct 25, 2021
3 minutes
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