The male hippo frolics gracefully in the clear blue river with his sick wife. Then they hear it, a ferocious growl that can only be traced back to lions. The male hippo runs, but his sick wife is too weak to follow. The male hippo goes into the trees and watches as the lion circles his wife. Suddenly, the lion strikes. He tears a gash in the hippos side. Blood streams out, turning the hippo into a bloody mess. As the lion bites his wife yet another time, he knows he must run for what happened to his wife will be likely to happen to him if he sticks around. He runs letting out the red liquid that helps protect him from the sun. He arrives in a different region of wetlands. The hippo has escaped.