The mother elephant let out a deep, rumbling cry, guiding Amara and the calf into the cover of the underbrush. But even as they moved, Amara caught sight of two figures, their faces grim, closing in on her position.
Panic surged through her, yet she forced herself to keep moving, propelled by the determination she felt radiating from the mother elephant. She pushed through the dense vegetation, her steps aligning with the calf’s tiny, rapid ones as they maneuvered deeper into the forest.