ready

Mila felt a shiver run down her spine as Azoula emerged from the undergrowth, her demeanour markedly different from their previous interactions. Gone was the warmth, replaced by a disturbing aura of indifference and something darker, something the girl couldn't quite place. As Azoula's voice broke the silence, Mila's heart skipped a beat, her eyes meeting the tigress's with a mixture of apprehension and uncertainty. The question hung in the air, heavy with implications that she could only begin to fathom.

"I... I think so, Azoula," Mila replied tentatively, her voice betraying a hint of hesitation. She had a sinking feeling that there was more to Azoula's question than met the eye, but she couldn't quite grasp the extent of it. "My purpose is to serve the pack, to contribute in any way I can... Isn't it?" There was a flicker of doubt in her eyes, a subtle plea for confirmation that she was on the right track. But deep down, she couldn't shake the nagging feeling that there was something darker lurking beneath the surface, something she wasn't quite prepared for. But for now, she pushed those thoughts aside, determined to maintain the facade of obedience and compliance.