Wild dogs play on a hill, framed by storm clouds, a symbol of their fragile existence.

There is a leopard in the bush!

A young spotted hyena skulked around, watching us suspiciously and keeping his distance.

The African leopard steps down, gingerly testing her grip on the hewn bark.

Infrared captures a hidden perspective of an African leopard heading down its tree.

Alert, the wild dog lifted his head, scrutinising his surroundings for the risk of predators.

The night light brings the moths closer to its source, as the chameleon takes advantage and prepares to catch one.

The leopard silently wandered along the path, cutting through the low grass with twists and turns, heading thirstily towards the nearby river.

He stood alone, on guarded watch over the hyena den.

The wild dog pups bounced and turned, snarling and whimpering in the play of survival.

He looked to one side, catching a glimpse of one of his pride emerging from the bush.

A young female leopard sits regally on a fallen jackalberry tree in the late afternoon, looking back at me.

His roars rolled over the territory that was his kingdom.

The little cub began to hunt his father, his eyes locked on target.

The little lion cub began to hunt his father, his eyes locked on target.

The pup turns his teeth, flashing at the Alpha female, his mother, indicating his displeasure for her to join the feast.

The soft nuzzle and touch of the female lioness reassures the little cub of the pride’s togetherness.

The members of her herd stood by the edge of the lake, savouring the refreshing sustenance of life.

The leopard ambled down the path with the confidence of a king.

The young leopard looks through the savannah grass in the dim light, his tongue flicking at the taste of a good meal.