Oriah’s Home

Far beyond the open savannas, Oriah makes her home in a sprawling woodland savanna — a place where wide golden plains are broken by clusters of tall acacia trees, rocky ridges, and hidden watering holes. The land is alive with the hum of cicadas, the distant call of birds, and the whisper of wind through dry grass.

She prefers the ancient baobab trees and sturdy branches as her resting places. From high above, she can see far across the plains hunting parties, wandering travelers, even approaching threats. The trees are her watchtowers, her refuge, and her thrones of sun-dappled comfort.