Chapter Fourteen

Jazz

Now, as Lynx and I have made this cozy cave our home, it has become a sanctuary from the harsh wilderness outside. The walls are adorned with soft blankets and pillows, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. Lynx, with their keen instincts, has scoured the surrounding area, collecting an assortment of blankets, pillows, and discarded clothes to fashion a comfortable nest for us to rest and sleep in.

In this newfound haven, we have not only focused on settling in but also on honing our hunting skills. The nights of hunger have pushed us to become more adept at stalking our prey, silently maneuvering through the dense forest, and pouncing with precision. Lynx, with their natural agility and sharp senses, has been an invaluable teacher, guiding me through the intricacies of the hunt. Together, we have learned to navigate the wilderness, relying on our instincts and sharpening our survival skills.

However for me, my identity as Jazz, the rogue, has become a distant memory, fading