An evening with the prince dhole

The morning was warm. Warmer than the preceding days and we were nearing the end of our safari, when we came upon this friendly group of wild dogs - perhaps one of the most ferocious groups of predators that has set foot on earth.
They were in a friendly mood though, not friendly perhaps but nonchalant to our presence.


For almost an hour, we were held spellbound by this beautiful living being and especially the sentry at the head of the pack who was keen to showcase his best foot to us, sometimes coming really close to us. We left when we had to. But that morning when the dholes were not keen on hunting, but more on finding themselves a place to rest will find place in some corner of my memory of Kabini.