The lone zebra stood quietly against the vast backdrop of night, an almost ghostly figure in the African bush.

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

His wings wide, a white-back vulture arrives to claim a remaining bone from an old kill.

The African leopard lay silent, only awakening to our presence.

He emerged slowly, his large, full tusk pressing across the bush.

The hyena cubs lay patiently by the den, awaiting their mothers return before nightfall.

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

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

The lion’s piercing stare studies his focus of interest: me.

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