She stared back, her mother sniffing behind her ear reassuring her.

Alerted by our presence, a female springbuck looks up, observing me.

He turned to bite at the buzzing fly as it landed on his back, suddenly noticing me behind.

The mature Nyala bull stepped slowly from the dewy morning bush, staring fixedly back.

Her bushy tail flicking uncertainly, the baby Nyala turned to face me.