The same sighting, closer on the young ones. One cub sat up to see over the grass, which is the only way anything that size gets a look around out here, the soft pale line of mane it has not quite grown out of still along its neck.
The adult opened its mouth just as I pressed the shutter, so I cannot honestly tell you whether it was calling the cubs in or yawning off the meal. Either reading fits. That is the trouble and the pleasure of a single frame: it fixes a moment without explaining it.
Both on the 135 at ISO 200. Slightly stopped down to hold the whole face against the grass, close as we dared without pushing them off the kill.