orange sun on the horizon, encompassing the screen, as the light basks the surrounding grassland in an apricot glow. DR. ANNE LEMON (O.S.) A beautiful thing, isn't it Goody? We cut to a young man(27) in a fold-out chair, with sandy blonde hair peering through a long lens camera towards the glowing field below. GOODY It's incredible. I've only seen it in pictures before. Doesn't do it justice. Covered by a short-brimmed sun hat with strap, the older doctor seated next to him glances over. DR. ANNE LEMON You've been in the field before, I thought? GOODY (quickly) No, I have. I have. It was more of a local thing though. Thru my school. Nothing to— Dr. Lemon silences him with a sharp wave. DR. ANNE LEMON Hold that thought. She motions towards the plains below them. From atop their vantage point, we close in on the reason for their position. DR. ANNE LEMON (CONT'D) We have canines on the move. Through the dense thicket, a small pack of African Painted Dogs enters the small clearing. The veteran hunters lead the pack while the younger section of the troupe prances behind playfully. They all enjoy some relaxation around the entrance to their den. Quickly taking his gaze away from his long lens, Goody excitedly pulls out his notes for observation.