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Sonja used her knife to carve the seared flesh from the leg of impala and handed a strip to Sam.
His mouth watered as he held the greasy piece of meat in his hand while he waited for her to cut her portion. He felt helpless around her. The least he could do was mind his manners and wait for her before eating – even if he was starving. His stomach rumbled in anticipation.
‘Enjoy,’ she said.
The meat was drier than he expected, and quite bland, but he wolfed down his sliver while Sonja was still taking her time over her portion. He didn’t want to appear greedy, but wasn’t sure what the protocol was for eating a hunk of meat stolen from a cheetah and roasted over open coals. The leg sat on a flat rock Sonja had placed on the coals as a kind of warming and carving surface.
‘May I?’ he
