The body of the biggest male lion you have ever seen lies not ten feet away where he finally came to a stop. You stand shaking as the adrenaline subsides and lower the smoking rifle. You hadn't wanted to kill him but he was coming right for you. There is a rustle in the tall grass all around you. One by one they emerge. Lionesses... They don't seem like they are going to attack, though.

"You killed him..." One says.

To which the male lion's mate and matriarch of the pride, Tara, simply responded coldly

Tara: "Good fucking riddance..."