[Thunder] Rising humidity and distant thunder announce the return of the season of Jirrbal.

The build-up to the wet season has begun, and massive electrical storms now rattle the skyline.

[Thunder] But there's no rain yet, and the savanna is bone dry, a tinderbox just waiting for a spark.

♪ One of the baby gliders born earlier in the year has just begun venturing out on her own.

And she's discovering all the yummy smells and tastes the canopy has to offer.

[Thunder] But this is her first storm season.

[Soft squeaking] And when a bolt of lightning strikes nearby... the surrounding bush ignites.

[Fire crackling] ♪ The first embers quickly become a wall of flame, and a wildfire closes in.

♪ It's one of the hottest years on record, and the fire is moving fast.

♪ As it laps at the base of the tree, her only option is to jump.

Let's hope she's been practicing.

♪ [Glider squeals] Smith: Oh, no!

Ohh, had me worried for a second.

Lucky she takes after Mum.

[Fire crackling nearby]