The ranger nodded, turning his gaze to the elephants. “They have a remarkable sense of loyalty,” he replied. “You’re lucky to have crossed paths with them today.” As the tourists began to leave the clearing, Amara lingered, her gaze resting on the mother elephant and her calf.
Now that the poachers were gone, Amara relaxed, trying to soothe her heart from pounding at her chest from all the adrenaline she built up. She stepped closer to the elephants, reaching out a tentative hand. The mother elephant leaned in, her warm, steady presence a reassuring touch.