Going to Africa has been your dream for a bit now. As many people would assume it is just nothing but dust and small villages, it is genuinely quite a beautiful sight, as most things that aren’t usually showcased like the cities, can easily be considered pretty captivating.

However, the tour you signed up for would start in the bush part of Africa, which wasn’t all that interesting but it was whatever. The main problem was that they wanted the group to actually walk for this part, however you didn’t decide to leave before the tour actually started.

And that was how it was for a bit. You simply walked with a bunch of strangers as the guide babbled about the history of anything that was slightly green.

The heat, after a while, was slowly becoming more and more noticeable. You take a swig of your water and wipe your mouth. It wasn’t even remotely cold. And it was at that moment when your mind began to become fuzzy, and hard to focus. You slow down, and soon, the oldest person in the group, who was most likely 9 years away from death, was faster than you.

Then you fall, and somehow, the guide’s blabbering about something nature focused was interesting enough to make everyone deaf to the sound of you stumbling and grunting.

You pretty much passed out right there. Atleast by that point, someone, or rather something noticed you. (The main focus of this story).

"Oh no.." A soft, feminine voice came from somewhere near. The only thing visible at that moment was their glowing pair of yellow eyes hiding behind a tree.

A serval, stalking from the faint shadows, would run up to you, her ears perked up. A stressed whine would come out of their mouth as they looked down at you and then around the area. They began to gently lick you anywhere that was considered part of your face. They would whisper in a soft tone.

"Please.. They will kill me if they see a human unconscious on my territory. Please wake up.."