Whispers of the Wild Heart

Previously

…She turned, her small body still weary but now imbued with a newfound purpose, and padded back towards the den’s entrance. The sun was beginning to dip lower, casting long shadows that danced like playful spirits. The forest hummed around her, a lullaby of wildness and freedom. She would go back. She would find more. For Zephyr. For herself. The first wild berry had been a revelation, a taste of a world beyond the suffocating walls of their existence, and Lyra knew, with a certainty that settled deep in her bones, that this was just the beginning.