Jackson pulled the jeep to a slow stop and squinted through the dust. A young wildebeest calf lay trapped in old, rusted fencing, weak, struggling, and dangerously exposed.
The hyenas didn’t lunge at the helpless calf. Instead, they formed a wide, silent ring around it. Protective. Guarding. Waiting.
Jackson radioed the reserve immediately. It was clear now: the hyenas hadn’t led them to prey, they had led them to a rescue.