Wildebeest are indecisive creatures. I could see it clearly as we sat waiting at the waters edge for their inevitable crossing. It appeared as though they were fighting an internal struggle. Their nature dictating who they are, animals who at times must cross the river. Their judgment bidding them otherwise. They knew of the dangers, the possible death. Yet that desire to cross is ingrianed in them.
They would skirt around the water's edge for minutes on end before turning back around, their judgment getting the better of them. Part of me wondered why they even bothered. After all, many had just come over to our side of the bank when we arrived. Why go back?
Then again, maybe it was just a game to them, or a time to conquer fears, like I had done a few days prior at the waterfall.