Yara and her Thundering Lion of Steel stood silently under the starlit sky, the night peaceful after the storm of conflict and betrayal. The sea lay calm once more, as if finally bowing to her authority. Yet, she knew her work was far from over. The balance she'd brought to the islands was still delicate; her people were unified, but the threat of chaos always lingered, waiting for a chance to reclaim its hold.
The Lion's eyes gleamed in the moonlight as he rumbled, "Even the sea respects you now, Yara."
She chuckled softly, resting a hand on his massive, warm mane. "You cringe b*s*tard, but you know what's more cringe, the sea and I are not so different. We're both wild, both difficult to tame. But perhaps, in time, we can learn to coexist."
