Yara felt a rush of relief when Basilisk finally spoke. His command to go was all she needed to escape the suffocating tension. "Thank you, Warlord," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. She quickly slipped out of the cramped cave, the cool night air hitting her face like a refreshing wave.
Once outside, she took a moment to catch her breath. The forest was dark and silent, a stark contrast to the turmoil she felt inside. She leaned against a tree, closing her eyes and taking deep, steadying breaths. 'Get a grip, Yara. You need to focus.' She chided herself silently, trying to push away the lingering embarrassment and confusion.
After a few moments, she felt her resolve returning. She couldn't let this incident distract her from her duties. She needed to do something productive, something to clear her mind and regain her composure. A small hunt would be perfect.
Moving quietly through the forest, Yara let her senses guide her. The night was alive with subtle sounds - the rustle of leaves, the distant call of an owl, and the soft padding of her own paws on the forest floor. She focused on the task at hand, her eyes scanning the underbrush for any signs of movement.
After a while, she caught sight of a rabbit, its ears twitching as it nibbled on some grass. Yara crouched low, her muscles coiling as she prepared to spring. She moved with practiced stealth, inching closer until she was within striking distance. With a swift, silent leap, she pounced, her jaws closing around the rabbit's neck.
The hunt had been successful, and the brief burst of action had helped clear her mind. She took a moment to offer a silent thanks to the rabbit for its sacrifice, then began to make her way back to the cave. The night air felt less oppressive now, and she felt more in control, ready to face the Warlord with the right resolve once again.
