Amara walked alongside the elephants, the thrill of her escape still pulsing through her veins. The jungle had never felt so alive—every whisper of leaves, every darting shadow seemed to tell a story, filling her with a strange exhilaration she had never known before.
Her breaths came in steady, measured beats as her heart began to slow, lulled by the gentle rhythm of the mother elephant and her calf walking beside her. She glanced up at the mother elephant, grateful for its calm and protective presence. If she was going to survive the jungle, she couldn’t have asked for better company.