INTO THE MONSOON'S EMBRACE: TIGER PROWL

The air hung heavy with dampness, each breath a symphony of rain. The jungle floor, slick and treacherous, whispered underfoot. A low murmuration in the leaves hinted at unseen presences. Every shadow seemed to throb with potential danger. This was Tiger Prowl, where primal instincts reigned and the line between hunter and hunted blurred instantly