Yara felt herself gently released onto the dark grass, the warmth of Basilisk's embrace replaced by the coolness of the night. She lay there for a moment, catching her breath and processing the intensity of their encounter. His words about the forest's silence sent a shiver down her spine, reminding her of the dangers lurking around them.
She nodded at his command, feeling a mix of relief and embarrassment. "Understood, Warlord," she replied, her voice steady but soft. The gravity of their situation pressed down on her, making her more aware of the risks they faced.
As she rose to her paws, she glanced around the eerily silent forest. The absence of nocturnal sounds was unsettling, and she felt a growing urgency to return to the relative safety of their cave. Falling into step beside him, her senses were alert for any signs of danger. She couldn't afford to make any more mistakes.
