As the poachers were led away, bound and glaring, Amara glanced at the forest rangers, who began questioning the tourists and assessing the scene. They were filing an official report, marking the poachers’ illegal activity for future action. Amara nodded in gratitude as one of the rangers approached, his expression a mixture of relief and respect.
“That was some bravery,” he said, glancing at the elephants. “These animals don’t often bond with strangers. You must have earned their trust.” Amara gave a weak smile, glancing at her unusual companions. “They saved my life,” she murmured, her voice soft “I don’t think I would have made it without them.”