On a cool crisp dawn on the Busanga Plains in Zambia, I came across a highly stressed herd of elephants. Some mischievous young lions had been toying with the emotions of the protective mothers and taunting the herd. All my efforts to respectfully and quietly pass by were not acknowledged or appreciated by the herds matriarch who ordered a charge from all members of her family. Stopping mere metres away from my position and with the rising sun behind them, an incredible burning cloud of dust engulfed both me and the elephants following their charge. I found myself in a golden twilight with these great giants, locked in a gaze which seemed to last forever but was over in a moment.