White yam and antelope meat!

As Blake and Nana walked towards the large oak tree, the forest around them seemed to come alive with the symphony of nature. Shafts of golden sunlight filtered through the dense canopy above, dappling the forest floor with patches of light and shadow. The earthy scent of moss and fallen leaves mingled with the sweet fragrance of wildflowers, creating an intoxicating aroma that filled the air.

With each step, the tension that had lingered between them seemed to dissipate, replaced by a comfortable ease born of shared moments and unspoken understanding. Nana's laughter echoed through the trees, a melodic sound that lifted Blake's spirits and chased away any lingering worries.