Amara’s gaze drifted from the tent to a patch of shadow near the edge of the clearing. Her breath caught in her throat. Bound by a thick rope to a stake in the ground was a young elephant calf, its small, trembling form barely visible in the dim light. The calf’s eyes were wide with fear, desperate to break free.
The sight broke something within her. This was why the elephant had brought her here. This calf, vulnerable and terrified, needed help—and she was the only one here to provide it. Amara looked up at the adult elephant beside her, understanding dawning in her eyes. This was a mother, and she had sought Amara’s help in the only way she knew how.