Her curious eyes sparkled as she climbed out of the stroller and, wobbling clumsily on all fours, began crawling across the reddish soil of the savannah. The parents were too absorbed in the scenery to notice the stroller was empty.

The girl moved further and further away until she found herself among low bushes, separated from the group. It was there, on the path, that a huge lion noticed her.

His mane glistened in the sun, his gaze heavy and threatening. The predator stepped out of the bushes and stopped just a few meters from the child.

A loud roar rolled across the savannah. It seemed as though the earth itself trembled with his power. Any adult would have been frozen with fear in that moment. But the little girl, who had only just learned to crawl, didn’t understand that in front of her stood the king of beasts, and that her life could depend on a single movement.