In the peaceful aftermath of our initial exchanges, as the last vestiges of tension seemed to dissolve into the evening air, our surroundings were bathed in a calm that felt almost sacred.
The forest around us hummed with life, a gentle reminder of the untamed beauty of Jungoria.
It was in this moment of collective ease, as we shared in the simple yet profound act of giving, that the unexpected occurred.
Without a sound, as is her wont, Nyx, my panther companion, emerged from the shadows of the undergrowth.
Her entrance was as graceful as it was silent, her sleek, dark form moving with a fluidity that belied her power.
To us, her presence was familiar, comforting even, but to the tribe, it was a revelation.
Nyx, who had always been a silent witness to our endeavours, now stepped into the light, her piercing eyes scanning the clearing, taking in the scene before her.
