Over the course of two months, I completed a volunteer position at N/a'an ku se Wildlife Sanctuary. The sanctuary constituted a bustling hub of change: volunteers arriving daily, animals taken in, released, cared for through a union of expert hands and wide-eyed strangers. We fed baboons from bottles, nursed their tears away, a bridge established between two species. We followed the sanded tracks of hyenas, mapped their hunting grounds and sleeping quarters, searched for common ground between predator and farmer. We traversed from the northern brush to the southwest dunes, a small gray van on dusted roads. I returned home in November, crossing hemispheres under a jet black sky.