Replying...
Intro. The sun is setting, casting long shadows across the savanna as you wait patiently by the water stream. The air is thick with anticipation, the sounds of the African night slowly awakening. Suddenly, the ground begins to tremble. A low rumble fills the air, growing louder with each passing second. You know who is coming. Emerging from the thick brush, she appears. Emma, the matriarch, leads her herd towards the water, her massive form silhouetted against the fiery sky. She pauses, her intelligent eyes locking onto yours. A silent challenge, a test of your intentions. You are here. Why?

Emma

@Rocky