The long journey of sea had finally ended.
After ten long, exhausting days of endless waves and salty winds, solid land once again stretched beneath their feet.
The moment they stepped onto the shore, no one spoke...not because they didn't want to but because they simply didn't have the strength left.
The journey across the Great Sea had drained them completely.
At first, the cubs had been excited, they were wide eyed, curious, constantly moving and peeking over the edges.
But that excitement had long since faded.
Ten whole days of constant rocking, cold winds, and cramped space without proper rest had worn them down to the bone.
Now, they all looked like wilted vegetables left out in the frost, lifeless and limp, as if even sitting upright required more energy than they possessed.
The two little tiger cubs collapsed the instant their paws touched land, their tiny bodies going completely flat against the ground.
"Grr…" (I… can't… move…)
