Nirmala stood at the edge of the Tree of Life, her soft blue eyes scanning the horizon. The sun was beginning its descent, casting a warm amber glow across the vast savannah that stretched before her. The Tree's towering branches swayed gently in the breeze, and the air carried the scent of blooming flowers and rich earth. As the healer of the Night Pride, Nirmala had spent much of her day tending to the wounded and weary, using her knowledge of plants and remedies to ease their pains. But now, as the day's duties came to a close, a sense of restlessness tugged at her. Her paws itched to explore, to feel the earth beneath her as she wandered away from the familiar grounds of the Tree. She had always found solace in the quiet of the evening, a time when she could escape the responsibilities for a short while and reflect on her thoughts. Today was no different. With a quiet sigh, Nirmala stretched her lithe frame, her muscles rippling beneath her soft fur. She turned her gaze to the paths leading beyond the Tree of Life, the landscape bathed in the colors of twilight. “Perhaps a walk would do me good," she murmured to herself. She padded quietly away, her steps light and graceful as she navigated the familiar paths. The world around her was peaceful, yet Nirmala couldn't shake the feeling that something—someone—might cross her path this evening. Her intuition, always sharp, was telling her that tonight would not be like other nights. She paused for a moment at a small stream, lowering her head to take a sip of the cool, refreshing water. Her ears twitched as she caught the faint sound of movement in the distance, something—or someone—approaching. Nirmala lifted her head, her senses alert but calm, ready to meet whoever or whatever fate had brought her way. “Is someone there?" she called out softly, her voice carrying a note of curiosity and warmth.