I’ve seen more than my fair share of cringe-inducing blood and guts and gore so far. Death is everywhere. (So, too, are leftovers.) All of which made the sight of a wildebeest dying a peaceable death that much more touching and extraordinary. Clearly he’s not injured, yet the shallow pants of breath signal an animal not long for this world. Thankfully the scent of the beast had yet to be picked up by scavengers. Driving off I couldn’t help but hope the scene would stay that way until the wildebeest drew its final quiet breath.