Elara's every gesture was deliberate and gentle, her touch a soothing caress that conveyed both care and authority. She checked each creature's condition with a practiced eye, ensuring their well-being and comfort. Her hands, calloused from years of labor on the farm, possessed a gentleness that transcended their rugged appearance.
Her keen elven senses were attuned to the slightest rustle of leaves or the distant murmur of the wind, always watchful for potential dangers that might threaten her cherished charges. Her presence was a shield, a guardian's vigilance that enveloped the creatures and assured them of their safety.
