Soon she has them in sight, a small group, several males and females ranging 
around a small clearing. Tikki moves very carefully now, hunching low to the 
ground, using every snatch of cover. Abruptly, the sambar pause, heads held 
erect. She freezes, half-concealed by a jumble of rocks only a stride away from 
the clearing’s edge. Have they seen her? Have they smelled her? She advances
another stealthy step, then another, then suddenly some bird high up in the 
trees begins to scream. As one the sambar break, turning in flight.