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Here, in the heart of Africa,

lives one of this great continent's most extraordinary yet misunderstood animals.

Animals that only thrive through remarkable teamwork,

and through the strength and skill of their leaders.

Painted wolves, once known as cape hunting dogs,

are one of Africa's most threatened predators.

Their packs require huge areas of territory in which to hunt.

But today, because of human pressure, their world is shrinking fast.

And whereas once neighbours could live together in relative peace,

today there is intense rivalry between them.

For more than two years,

our team here in Mana Pools in Zimbabwe,

have been following the fortunes of one of the last great families.

We join them at a moment when competition between mother

and one of her daughters is boiling up,

threatening to not only shatter a long-established peace,

but to tear apart the whole family.

This is Tait, the family's ruling queen.

She's a mother and a grandmother.

For years, she has used her position

to keep the peace within her sprawling family.

But Tait is now old.

Her powers are waning.

Tait still controls the very best hunting territory,

the rich lands on the banks of the Zambezi.

But she’s surrounded.

To the east lie the dangerous lion pridelands.

To the south, forests full of hyena.

And to the west, a pack led by one of Tait's daughters, Blacktip.

For many years, Blacktip has lived in peaceful coexistence with her mother,

each with enough territory to survive.

But Blacktip's pack has grown huge. It's now 30 strong.

For the first time, she needs more territory

if she's to feed her growing family.

Normally, a daughter would not invade her mother's territory.

However, with hyenas ruling to the south,

and humans having taken the hunting lands to the west

Blacktip has no choice

but to turn her sights east,

towards her mother's lands.

Where, after a morning's hunt, Tait and her pack are resting.

Blacktip's pack outnumbers her mother's by more than two to one.

An ambush’

against these odds,

Tait is powerless.

Retreat is the only option.

This has now become Blacktip's territory.

A brief but bloody battle.

Tait and her pack are now homeless.

She retreats eastwards.

But this is dangerous country.

This river marks the boundary between her own territory

and the lion pridelands.

In her long life, Tait has explored every part of mana.

She knows that this is too perilous a place to make a home.

Lions will search out and kill puppies, and even adults, if they get the chance.

For now, it's the only place to hide.

But Tait must keep her family safe,

well away from the 26 lions that rule here.

Three months have passed since Blacktip's takeover.

And all these lands are now firmly under her control.

Blacktip's pack have spent a great deal of time scent marking,

establishing their new territorial boundaries.

And Blacktip and her family have fed well

on what was her mother’s lands.

But now, it's the dry season, and the landscape is changing.

The ground is dangerous for hunters who rely on speed.

Deep footprints left by elephants in soft mud have baked as hard as rock.

And a painted wolf putting a foot wrong could seriously damage itself.

The impalas’ ability to leap over the worst of the pot holes

now gives them an edge.

In these conditions, Blacktip's pack will find it hard to feed themselves.

But the size and strength of the pack might enable her to catch

a totally new kind of prey.

A large male baboon is strong,

almost twice the weight of a painted wolf.

And armed with huge canine teeth.

The great size of Blacktip's pack

means the large males can't defend their troupe against them all.

The meal has been hard-won.

But discovering this new possibility has come at just the right time.

Blacktip won more than just hunting lands

in her battle to claim Tait's territory.

She secured the safest place to raise puppies in all of Mana Pools.

And sure enough, Blacktip has a new litter of five hungry pups.

Their father is babysitting them today.

Everyone is impatient for the return of the hunting party.

While they wait, the pups discover

that there's more to the world than just their pack.

Strange giants.

There's no rest for Blacktip.

She not only leads the hunting trips,

but, as the Alpha female, she's the only who breeds

and provides milk for the pups.

It's not just milk.

They're already eagerly eating meat.

Blacktip's hold on Tait's territory appears to be paying off.

It has been four months since Tait and her pack were forced into exile

here in the lion pridelands.

Compared to her home territory, there is not only more danger,

but there's much less prey.

Yet, remarkably, even here,

Tait has managed to keep every member of her pack alive.

But she is nowhere to be seen.

The rest of her family are waiting close to an abandoned aardvark burrow.

And this is why.

Tait has spent the last three weeks hidden underground.

She has managed, against the odds, to produce her eighth litter.

Two tiny puppies emerge for the very first time.

Honey badgers.

They are notoriously aggressive, and a danger to the pups.

Tait's youngest daughter, Tammy, has never seen one before.

But her instinct tells her to drive them away.

And this gives Tait the chance to get her pups to safety underground.

This year, both Tait and Blacktip

have produced far fewer puppies than ever before.

Perhaps this is the first sign that the conflict between the two packs

twice a day, Tait has to lead her hunting party on a risky journey

to the banks of the zambezi river, where the prey gather.

But it is also the very heart of lion territory.

She must sneak them into position undetected.

Then, it's in and out as fast as possible.

The pack need to work fast.

All that effort for a few mouthfuls of food.

The puppies will go hungry today.

And the pack has been dealt another blow.

Again it's Tammy, Tate's youngest daughter, who spots the problem.

Tammy's sister has fallen.

She has broken a leg stumbling into an elephant’s footprint.

For most animals, this would be the end.

But the family won't just leave her to fend for herself.

Painted wolves, perhaps more than any other animal,

care for pack members who are old or injured.

Tait's family will protect and feed her

while she herself cannot join in the hunt.

The dry season turns to drought.

The great buffalo herds are on the move.

Food and water are becoming increasingly scarce.

All of Mana's inhabitants are now drawn towards the Zambezi

and the few pools that remain along its banks.

The drought also means that it's time for Blacktip and her pups

to leave their den behind.

For the pups, this is their first adventure.

Now the pups are old enough to follow the adults,

Blacktip can resume marking the new boundaries of her territory

to consolidate her takeover.

On the far eastern borders, Blacktip picks up a familiar scent.

It's old, but unmistakable.

Her mother.

This discovery has an extraordinary effect on Blacktip.

She can tell from this smell which direction Tait took.

Blacktip stops territorial marking and instead sets off in pursuit

of her mother.

It seems that Blacktip is going to try and drive Tait out of Mana

once and for all.

But she's taking a huge risk by going into territory she doesn't know.

Hyenas.

On moonless nights, the pack would normally rest up

somewhere safe until dawn.

But instead, Blacktip leads them, marching on into the gloom.

No one wants to be the straggler in the dark.

The family bunch together much more closely at night.

And now, 15 hyenas are tracking them.

Attack may be the best form of defence.

Blacktip thinks she's got the upper hand,

but she's let her pups get separated.

The puppy is lost.

Heads down, tails down, they seem to mourn.

For hours, they march in silence.

A solemn procession.

Despite her loss, Blacktip drives her pack on,

far beyond the boundary of Tait's old territory.

Tracking her mother into a place she’s never been before,

deep into the heart of the lion pridelands.

Tait, remarkably, has now managed to keep her pack safe from the lions

for eight months.

Her injured daughter is on the mend.

The family have been protecting her while she recovers.

They only survive here by being on constant alert for signs of danger.

And today it is the wind that carries a warning.

Blacktip is coming.

Forewarned, Tait isn't going to risk an attack.

The pack turns tail and runs.

The temperature has reached 50 degrees.

Still, Blacktip pushes her pack on in pursuit.

But, finally, the heat is just too much.

Blacktip is forced to call a halt.

But danger is approaching.

The pack has scattered!

And now the lions will try to pick off the puppies.

There's only one adult with the pups.

That won't be enough to save them.

But this might.

Buffaloes and lions are always in conflict.

To charge in alone is very unusual.

But it's certainly saved the pups.

Blacktip and her pack have been halted in their tracks.

Blacktip's pursuit of Tait

has exposed her family to too many dangers,

too many risks.

The pack are desperate to help,

but there is nothing they can do.

The pursuit of Tait is over.

Blacktip's pack run.

They run, and run.

Mile after mile.

Puppies in tow.

All through the day, all through the night.

All the way home.

The territory they stole, abandoned.

The conflict is over.

It cost too much.

Tait and her pack can already sense Blacktip's retreat.

For the first time since the beginning of the conflict,

they appear relaxed.

Soon, their keen sense of smell

will tell them their stolen territory is no longer occupied.

It won't be long until it's time for Tait's pack to also go home.

But Tait will not be joining them.

For seven-and-a-half years,

she’s been their leader, their matriarch.

And now, as their exile finally draws to a close,

she has ensured her pack still have a future,

a real chance to reclaim their old territory.

Before her pack could, at last head home,

age finally caught up with Tait.

Joo old, too slow,

she was no longer able to evade the lions.

Her Alpha male refused to abandon her.

Together, they died in the pridelands.

Tait's pack are left leaderless.

But the story doesn’t end with Tait's passing.

Life-giving rains follow the drought.

Hard times are quickly forgotten in times of plenty.

And the story takes another twist.

On their way home, Tait's pack attract a band of roving males.

And with these reinforcements,

they not only reclaim some of Tait's old territory,

but also perform a ritual never witnessed before.

With these haunting calls, they are choosing their new leader.

And the chance to continue Tait's bloodline.

Six months later,

hidden away in a secluded part of the forest

a litter of seven tiny puppies.

They're born to Tammy, Tait's youngest daughter,

and now heir to Tait's throne.

With these new arrivals, and the new males,

Tait’s old pack has bounced back to 23 members.

Tammy now leads a pack that is once again a force to be reckoned with.

Back in the west, with the conflict long over,

Blacktip has produced 10 healthy puppies of her own.

Balance has finally been restored to Tait's dynasty.

There are only 6,600 painted wolves left in the world.

To date, we count 280 descendants from Tait's bloodline.

Tait’s contribution to the survival of this species is unparalleled.

Her dynasty feels secure.

For now, at least.

Next time...

A tigress struggles to rear her new family.

Rivals are trespassing on her territory.

Can she raise her cubs through adulthood?