Some of what you photograph on a long game drive is just the strangeness of the place. A single red fire extinguisher on a post out in the middle of the grass, ready for a fire nobody could reach in time. A dead acacia still holding the shape it grew into, refusing to fall over.
Then the grass moved and a serval stepped half out of it, tall ears, long legs, the cat you can go a whole trip without seeing. That is the way of these drives: you photograph the odd inanimate things to fill the time, and the sighting you actually wanted arrives when you have stopped expecting it.
All on the 135, base ISO in hard midday light. The extinguisher and the tree are the setup; the serval is the reason the frames around it exist.