When you realize sharing isn't always caring.

As I wandered through the serene paths of Devils at Cradle sanctuary under the afternoon sun, I stumbled upon a pair of Tasmanian Devils engrossed in their primal dance. One seemed restless, caught in mid-motion blur; the other was fixated on its meal—a stark reminder of nature's rawness. Their dark fur contrasted sharply with patches of white and their red ears stood out vividly. Observing these creatures in their element made me ponder the delicate balance between survival and existence that these devils embody so effortlessly.