She risked a glance over her shoulder and saw the two poachers gaining on them, their footsteps growing louder, their faces etched with fury. Amara’s heart pounded, her breaths harsh in her throat as she forced her legs to keep pace with the mother elephant’s steady, determined stride.
The forest stretched out ahead of her like a long green tunnel, a blend of shadows and sunlight flickering across their path, casting everything in a surreal, dreamlike haze. Her vision tunneled, focusing solely on the trail before her.