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There's a particular
kind of wind in Africa.

It changes everything
in its path.

It has drops of tears
streaking down its face.

It shape-shifts like
an apparition in a storm,

confusing, disappearing,
causing bewilderment,

until it does materialize.

Tear-streaked hunters create
tension across the plains.

Hunters that strike
apocalyptic figures

with a certain look,
a poise, a certain way.

It is The Way of the Cheetah.

Five male cheetahs stride in.

Their way is
the way of the wind.

Cheetahs are
the shadow hunters.

They'll always try
to muffle any cries

in soft but lethal mouths.

It's hard to keep secrets
out here.

While it's not the way
of the cheetah

to fight a fight
you cannot win,

just handing over a kill
is always hard.

Hyenas are
three times their weight

and quick to turn
the delicate eland

into a blood spot in time.

Wherever these five
highly efficient males go,

their presence ripples
through the savanna,

to everyone up the food chain.

In the wake of each success,
the danger escalates.

It explains so much
about cheetahs

and how they're different
to the mobbing hyenas,

in their own eternal battles
with robust lionesses.

Cheetahs just aren't
built like that.

But this small band
of brothers is unique.

Their coalition gives them
strength in numbers.

Their synchrony in all things

makes these males
extraordinary killers.

They can kill and eat fast
and move on,

as perpetual wanderers.

They must be careful, though.

Even a short hard rain

can quickly cause
the rivers to swell.

Behind them, the prey
has been hunted hard.

For cheetahs there is always
tension in the water.

They aren't robust
or strong swimmers.

With careful planning

the five males find
rocky stepping-stones

that unlocks a gateway

to the high ground
beyond the rivers.

Out here the possibilities
are boundless

because this is the Maasai Mara

as they look south
towards the Serengeti Plains.

And each of these
new dry plateaus

needs a reminder of which
cheetahs claim ownership.

Cheetah marking posts
are quite obvious,

and they've saved up enough
capacity to make it count.

Also on the higher ground,

a single female cheetah doesn't
have the luxury of a coalition.

Her name is Imani,
meaning "faith" in Swahili.

Her way is different.

She will only ever
be hunting alone.

She's more stealthy.

And a lot more vulnerable.

The complexities
of being a cheetah

vary from one individual
to the next.

The reason
for Imani's risky tactic

lies in the dewy grass at dawn.

Four new cubs are a good reason
for her to be anxious.

Cheetahs are the smallest of
the big cats, the most fragile.

And her cubs trust
her instincts implicitly,

faithfully.

As soon as the cubs
are fed to drowsiness,

Imani makes her move.

The confused cubs,
tucked away in thick grass,

can only hear what she's up to.

The quiet bleat,
the birdlike chirp,

tells them where to locate her,

but from the start one cub
takes a different path.

It's time to start introducing
meat to their diet.

But something's wrong.

A stranger!

An aggressive stranger,
a large pregnant female

expecting her own cubs
very soon.

Now Imani has to make
the impossible choice.

Defend her kill
or protect her cubs,

and get them out of the focus
of those eyes,

filled with fire.

Three of the cubs
stand back in fear.

But then the male cub,

not quite as ready
to be cheated so easily,

steps forward.

The bold little male

is not reading
the stranger's body language.

Now it's clear.

The young male brushes it off
for the next adventure,

pausing only briefly
to harasses Imani.

Next he joins in
at a slippery tuft

to disrupt his siblings' games.

To say he's a troublemaker
may be too much.

They all are!

They're almost identical,

a reminder that all cheetahs
are genetically similar.

This has nearly caused their
extinction twice in the past.

And her instinct is
to keep on the move,

away from the prying eyes,
and the gangs of males.

Especially the five brothers.

The way of the hunt

is to appear from where
they least anticipate,

and to do it fast.

No one expects the wind to come

from three different
directions at once.

Let alone five.

These brothers are not
attacking like cheetah at all,

but more like lions.

They're succeeding
in cooperating

to bring down an animal
more than twice their size,

and that is what lions do.

Usually cheetahs
are gentle killers,

if there are such things,

and normally feed
peacefully, sharing.

But more and more,

the five males are abandoning
their cheetah ways.

This infighting will not
serve them well.

Cheetah coalitions must stay
well bonded to succeed.

Imani has to be careful now
and keep her cubs well hidden

from the ever more
emboldened males

as they patrol,
even through the night.

These thermal
night-vision images

reveal just how at ease
they are in the dark,

while she is tense, moving
and hiding constantly.

Daylight is her realm,
her niche,

and Imani has a short window
in which to work it hard.

Today she has
a Thompson's gazelle

fixed in her sights.

Imani, in full flight, is
the very picture of elegance.

An animal doing exactly
what it is born to do.

Floating, defying gravity,
as she cuts through the air,

half animal,
half magical being.

Hunting Thompson's gazelle
is a real risk,

not just because
of the sharp little horns,

but because of the attention
the hunt might attract.

Especially from the large male
olive baboons

at the head of enormous troops.

Each male is not much smaller
than the cheetah itself,

but collectively
there's no contest.

But the reason
for their boldness

is because these baboons
are after her kill.

These East African plains
dance a dance

that unveils many colors
and faces

in the land of the cheetahs.

An ever-changing world

that keeps flooding
new innocent prey her way.

It keeps Imani on her toes.

The scent of zebras
arriving in the area

is a dazzling intoxication.

With her cubs tucked away

she takes the hunt
to the arriving zebras.

Zebras have evolved
to be a visual chaos.

And in that chaos Imani
is suddenly not alone;

the brothers are alongside her.

It's time for her
to quietly bow out

while the males are focused

on the taste of blood.

A kill is never secure
for cheetahs.

Even vultures
can drive them off.

But the males adopt the art
of attacking first.

The way of physical display.

It buys them some time to
gobble up as much as possible.

This tactic, a stand
against many opponents,

is an ancient one.

When the sun fades,

the vultures will have to stay
in the treetops for safety.

But if the males stay too long,

other larger scavengers
will emerge from the darkness.

Cheetahs are the only big cats
in Africa that can't roar.

So for the five brothers

to maintain
their boundary markers,

they need healthy bladders
and some creativity

to spray paint their ownership.

At one of these marking posts

they smell
the fresh sign of Imani.

It's probably
the first indication

of who the extra cheetah
in the hunt was.

And that alone requires

some significant
group urination therapy.

You'd think, with all this,

that they'd need to get
to a waterhole to top up,

but no, they're on a quest
to find her

somewhere in their
30 square miles of territory.

The dawn sharpens
the scent of a female at last.

They can smell a female's
marking from weeks ago,

but today, this is fresh.

Their problem is that her
scent trail has some obstacles.

This tactic is a shadow dance,

where you appear to attack with
just enough leeway to escape

as you watch what
your opponent is capable of.

With the confidence
of a matador

he knows his flight distance
and the terrain,

vital knowledge
for any warrior.

This butterfly-like lightness

allows all cheetahs
that air of superiority.

Hidden across the valley,
Imani leaves the resting cubs,

because somehow, she seems
to know what'll happen next.

There's a perfect
climbing tree up ahead,

and she needs to check it out.

The shape and height make it
irresistible to the cubs.

And of course, she's right!

It's an absolute scramble,
but that cheetah elegance

seems to be limited
to the plains, not up a tree.

Now the young male starts
to distinguish himself

in other ways.

It's not because
of his balance,

which he happens to be
quite bad at.

But somehow he always seems
to land on his feet. Just.

After each embarrassing episode

he seeks comfort
at Imani's side.

But today that may be
a big mistake.

She's right next to the path
being cut by the siafu:

ants that can deliver
fierce, stinging bites.

And he is right in their path.

His paws are on fire.

But there's a new danger
on the horizon.

The five males.

When Imani bolts with her cub,

it may be as a decoy
to draw the males away

from the much more vulnerable
cubs in the trees.

It sparks a cat-and-mouse game,
and the chase is on.

They have her cornered
against a stream.

Then, suddenly the cub turns

to face the attackers.

The male's aggressive slap is
met with unexpected defiance.

And when Imani submits, it is
only to give her cub an escape.

But at the spindly tree,
he and the others are witness

to a very different side
to their mother's character.

She's a ball of fury, with
fangs and razor-sharp claws.

She's amped up the tension,

and suddenly the males
start turning on each other.

The coalition
of five brothers collapses,

each one now only for himself,

and it all erupts into a brawl.

Their courtship is in chaos.

And that gives Imani the one
desperate hope she needs.

With the romance of the moment
completely ruined,

the bruised suitors agree

that this was never going to be
a match made in heaven.

And they leave for distant
pursuits, all together again.

The young male is at it again.

He's struggling
with some rear end issues

that started off
as a backwards descent.

Her example is clear
to all the others,

and the small family
is on the move again.

But he still has his own
particular nuanced approach

to getting out of trees.

Imani must keep on the move

in the opposite direction
to the males.

Her only safe zone now
will be in the hills.

The cubs' lives are filled

with explosive
and energetic play,

on and around
their loving mother.

After a day like he's had,

the adventurous little male is
more in need of rest than play.

For him, a more sedate day,
or two, is just want he wants.

But every time he drops off
for a just moment,

his ever-alert mother takes
the chance to scan the horizon.

Her way is to be still
and yet alert.

To be at rest without resting.

Every mirrored look
is all about Imani's way,

transferring to them
to eventually become their way.

His nap disturbed, he's attuned
to her movements now,

not distracted by his siblings.

The hunt is on!

And he is determined
to keep up.

She is successful!

And now is their long-awaited
first taste of meat.

The cubs can smell blood,
but when they hold back,

it's because someone else
can smell it, too.

And that threat confuses them,
scares them.

At first, the cubs are unsure
what this is all about,

what to do with it.

And then, instinct kicks in.

As the first tint of red
colors their lips,

they transform
into innocent killers.

The young male stares down
possible prey,

feeling he can take on
anything now.

Learning how to eat meat is
just a part of today's study.

It's Imani's response
to the jackals

that provides the real lesson.

On the very next return
of the jackals,

the bold little male cub tries
the technique out for size.

It seems to work.

So effectively
that he gives it another try,

with even more enthusiasm.

His ground-slapping technique

is barely noticed
by his family,

but at this moment
he's starting to show

the same defiance that might be
expected of an adult cheetah.

When Imani leads them away,
he's reluctant.

His blood is up,
but ultimately,

it's not the jackals who are
the worst enemy of cheetahs.

When he begrudgingly
gives up his spoils,

it's because the real threat
is steadily advancing on them,

as it does each day.

A dark force.
The twilight.

It's that bewitching hour
for cheetahs.

Where lions and their prides
emerge from the hills here

and seek excitement,
opportunity and challenges.

These hellish nights
just serve to highlight

how difficult it is
to be a cheetah,

with lions to the left,

male cheetahs
never far behind her,

and unknown threats ahead.

All with growing cubs
at her feet.

And yet, it is paradise.

Imani senses something
about to change.

Something from beyond
the horizon.

The five males sense it, too.

And when they finally materialize,

they arrive in huge numbers.

The problem for wildebeest
on the move

is that they are always heading
forward, into the unknown.

But those who are first
to the battlefield

and await their opponents

are at ease
and have the advantage.

They are artists of deception,
pretending to be benign,

walking casually as if what
lurks under their skins

is not important.

And that, more than anything,
is the cheetah way.

Unleashed at 70 miles an hour,

this incredible speed
leaves no room for mistakes.

The quick turn,
the size of the prey,

makes it almost
an impossibility.

But for this moment in time,

nothing else matters for
the predator or for the prey.

And now the brothers
are working in unison,

collaborating to win
this immense battle.

It's hard to know which god
selected this wildebeest.

Was it random, or is it
his almost imperceptible limp

from last year's
water crossing?

It is a moment in time,
and yet it is timeless.

These epic battles for survival

are the result of wave after
wave of millions of wildebeest

that pour into
the waiting teeth

of the just 7,000 cheetahs
left on the planet.

Victory is short lived.

Now each takes turns
in defending their meal

while the other four feed up,

before the hyenas
can get the true measure

of their strengths or weakness.

The one constant
in their lives, however,

is the darkness at the end
of each day.

The cheetahs' way is usually
to yield to that good night

and walk towards tomorrow.

The question is whether
they can keep on

outrunning these obstacles
day after day.

By the next season
Imani is still surviving,

and success for her

means bringing up at least
some of her cubs.

But she's lost one.

One of the survivors
is the curious young male.

As he grows, he becomes
even more intrigued

by everything that moves.

The secretary birds' display
of an early summer courtship

grabs his interest.

To those engaged, it's
a subtle and complex dance,

but for the cubs it's
an irresistible curiosity.

Still timid, they're as
inquisitive as all young cats.

As we'd expect, he's the first
to give it a go.

And they're pleased
that he's the one

willing to make mistakes.

It seems the birds
and the cheetahs

have traded places.

He's the first to summit

and to see Imani
about to spring a hunt.

He and the other cubs
have watched her do this

dozens of times
in the last few months.

It's an enviable ability
she has

that they are yet to learn.

Imani is like liquid amber.

Perfection they can learn from,

but watching can only
take them so far.

Today they're eager
to take the next steps.

It's time to graduate
from obedient pupils

to participants,

and her selection is designed
for this perfectly.

Live but small prey.

And right here, right now,

the young male and his siblings
learn their own way--

the real way of the cheetahs
they will become.

Imani watches
but doesn't interfere.

This is the single
most important thing

in the cubs' lives
at this stage.

If they can't kill to eat,
they will simply starve.

In time as they grow, they will
face a thousand obstacles.

Genetic bottlenecks aside,

where they do thrive,
so do lions.

And it's those half-grown
teenagers with playful energy

that Imani must steer
her cubs away from.

But today she does
just the opposite.

She leads them to the lions
for a look,

but stays just outside
of their range.

They're playing with fire.

The odds of cheetah cubs
surviving are less than 10%,

and lions play a very large
part in that.

It's a vital lesson for Imani's
adventurous male cub,

because he won't always
have her at his side.

For him, the biggest threat
in the future

will not be lions, though.

As the cubs grow
and form new coalitions,

they'll need prey to hunt
on gracile legs.

Tactics that make
best use of claws,

ready to jab into the ground,

or propel them
at the fastest speeds

of any animal on Earth.

And to fly like the wind

with a delicacy unrivaled
on these plains.

But most of all
they'll need space.

Space to live on their own
terms without fear.

To co-exist, with us.

Without that,
the young male's future,

after he finally leaves
his mother to find his own way,

will be uncertain.

And those dark tears
on his face

would be
our collective tragedy.

But that, let us hope,
will not be our way.

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