His motions become mechanical and jerky as his conscious mind slowly loses ground to his exhaustion For awhile he runs asleep on his feet. Towards dusk he falls to lie motionless on the hot grass. Night comes and covers the savannah like a blanket made of gems, the stars so bright one could almost read by their light. The moon slowly begins to rotate it's way delicately through the ocean of stars. Later, somewhere in the sullen heat a wolf howls, breaking the breaking the silence of the African night unnaturally.