C125 Can I bring Vaughn here?

Amara met his gaze for a second, her expression unreadable. “Keep looking then,” she muttered under her breath, trying to deflect the weight of his words.

She turned her attention back to the white tiger cub, its soft fur offering a strange sense of comfort amidst the tension.

She took a few photos of the cub, her mind wandering.

She wished Vaughn could see this