Solara crouched low in the underbrush, watching a rabbit nibble grass near the creek. Their blue eyes tracked every twitch of its ears. The bow felt steady in their paws. They needed this kill—back at the den, five orphaned creatures waited for food. The wolf pup with the crooked paw had tried to catch mice yesterday but came back with nothing. Solara couldn't let them go hungry again. That's what guardians did. They hunted for those too weak to hunt for themselves. The arrow flew true. The rabbit dropped without a sound. Solara gathered it quickly and headed back through the trees. But one rabbit wouldn't be enough. It never was. They needed a better plan—a way to store food so the orphans never went hungry. Near a clearing, Solara found what they'd been searching for. Wooden slats and woven baskets formed a sturdy granary. Perfect for drying meat and keeping it safe. Solara pictured something more. A place with a stone oven and long wooden counter. A communal kitchen where the orphans could gather and eat together. The weak ones needed more than scraps. They needed steady meals and a warm place to belong. Solara's chest tightened at the thought. The wolf pup would sit closest, watching with bright eyes. Movement caught Solara's attention. A young fox kit tumbled through the grass, chasing beetles. Solara watched it pause and sniff the ground, tracking something invisible. The kit knew things Solara didn't—how prey moved, where they traveled. Solara smiled. This was the path forward. Learn from the forest itself. Master the hunt by understanding every sign, every pattern. Only then could they truly provide for those who couldn't survive alone.