At dusk, the goannas slipped silently between the rocks, hunting for insects and small mammals.

A large goanna slipped silently through the underbrush, its forked tongue tasting the air.

At dawn, the sand goannas emerged from their burrows to bask on the warm dunes.

Racehorse goannas sprinted across the sun-baked sand, outrunning even the fastest dingoes.

The sand goanna darted across the dune, its forked tongue flicking as it searched for prey.

The racehorse goanna darted across the dunes as if it were a mirage.