Fetch! Yes, Warlord!

Ignita was hesitant to move, but Oleander was commanding. If she wanted his respect too, just like Bas wanted her to earn it from others, she obeyed.

She grabbed the knife she threw on the pine and sap-soaked ground earlier and followed him quickly. She followed his directions on what to do and where to cut. She would have mauled the pelt if she hadn't had direction. They worked together for a while quietly, both trying to be quick to pile the meat from the bears into the cart and get the pelts free while worried about Bas.

When one pelt was free Ollie directed her to help him slide it under Basilisk. He had her hold one side while he did the other and together they brought the titan into the cart being cautious with his head.

Ollie was looking weak at that point. When he sat for a breather she took it upon herself to grab the rest of the meat without his bidding. She also gathered some bones from the other carcass for crafting.  

The blood of the bear soaked into the dusty ground. She wondered how long it would take her to walk around one of these monstrous tree trunks. She looked up at one point, distracted by thoughts of how long it would take a cat to climb all the way to the top of one of the trees. She really liked the smell of the cedar woods and decided to grab a branch from a sapling, it'll be nice to keep the scent in her new den.

"Ignita"