The hyenas didn’t attack. Instead, they circled the jeep methodically, pacing just outside of reach. Their yelps and cackles filled the air, but their posture was strange, almost expectant.
Inside the jeep, tourists whispered and fumbled for their cameras. Jackson stayed calm but alert, scanning the brush for any signs of a bigger threat. Lions? A carcass?
But no predators appeared. No kills. Just the hyenas and the odd feeling that they wanted the jeep to follow them.