Behold the desert savannah. Usually a placid Garden of Eden for goldenbeasts and jungle ocelots alike, this tranquil landscape has been torn apart by a rare and brutal lashing from Mother Nature.
How does the mighty Goldenbeast adapt to disruption? Can he survive the transformed landscape?
Our tracker starts the hunt by searching muddy puddles for tracks. Goldenbeasts love muddy puddles.
We follow the trail across the windswept plain-
To the ruins of an abandoned jeep washed up on the beach.
Oh yes, he’s been here. One can only hope the people in the Jeep made their escape before the vicious Goldenbeast arrived on scene. A quick search turned up no human remains, and we resumed the hunt.
Even amidst the ruins of tumbled trees and soggy mud bogs, signs of life remain. This gives up hope for finding the Goldenbeast.
THERE! In the distance! A juvenile Goldenbeast! Lean, hungry, and alert.
Our cameraman prepares her camouflage and we slowly approach the beast.
Oh no! We’re spotted! The Goldenbeast runs in for an attack- he is hungry and potentially very dangerous.
Our tracker attempts to hide in a cave.
He forgets the Goldenbeast possesses a keen sense of smell.
Fortunately our crew was whisked to safety moments before the beast arrived.
Foiled again! The Goldenbeast must content himself with carrion.
The Goldenbeast retreats to his lair, hoping tomorrow will be a better day to hunt.