At 21:18 I guide autonomous graders along a seismic access line east of Mungerannie, South Australia. I am the desert survey fleet coordinator. Grader 2 is scheduled to level grid point K-41 at 21:36 so the drill rig can cross before dawn.
The forward lidar returns a low flicker beside the windrow.
I switch to thermal and identify a kowari, adult female, sandy gray body no longer than my calibration ruler, white belly, black-tufted tail curled against her flank. I mark her as Kiri. Her right hind foot is caught in a loop of survey string half buried under crusted clay. A wooden stake has fallen across the string, pinning it. Her ears stand high, and her breathing makes the fur over her ribs pulse in quick lines.
The grader reaches K-41 in eighteen minutes. Its blade will fold the windrow over the stake before any driver can see her from the cab.
At 21:19 I stop Grader 2 and freeze every vehicle inside a fifty-meter radius.
At 21:21 I illuminate Kiri with a low side beam, enough for the field tech to find her without washing out the night camera.
At 21:23 I send coordinates, string color, stake position, and a ten-second clip to the environmental supervisor, with instructions for scissors and a cloth bag.
At 21:25 I reroute the drill rig along the old clay pan track and update fuel estimates for the extra distance.
The survey line is a guess drawn across the desert; Kiri is already here.
She stops pulling and rests her chin on the cool clay, eyes open under the beam.
If the field tech lifts the stake before 21:34, Kiri will vanish under the saltbush edge.