The ‘River Tigers’: The Mirchani female and her male cubs at Damnar

Their gleaming eyes haunt the lonesome night, cutting like fire lanterns through the dark and balking at owls screeching to a silvery moon. Only stars bear witness to their opulent jaunt.

By morning they snake back to their mythical abodes through bushes that hold their secrets in filial wombs. Even the sun stops to watch, and awe hangs heavy over the mystic river, where they stand beaming brilliance back at him.

Words wilt in deathly silence before they snap out of view leaving marks in the air which none but the wind can follow. Gone, like the sparks off tinder, to make fire elsewhere until the stars regather to the call of the hoot.

They are the River Tigers.