A cheetah, fresh from a kill, suddenly turned its focus on a black-backed jackal. Usually, it’s the jackals who scavenge and pester the predators, but this time the tables were turned. The chase was sudden, fast, and fierce; the cheetah locked in, blood still wet on its face; the jackal running for its life. Moments like these remind me that the bush doesn’t follow a script. Roles shift. Rules bend. And sometimes, you’re lucky enough to catch it all in a single frame.