Alone

The morning arrived, a mix between soft warmth and cool cavern floor. Her mind was already roving before she opened her golden eyes. A pelt laid over her and Oso was nearby. Had they slept all night curled together? He let her sleep in... No doubt he was out doing his rounds, no doubt she had hers to do as well. He had to take on Hazel's duties now as well as his own.

She sat up, and looked around the den. She felt alone. Still on the verge of her own heartbreak, even though things had become somewhat uncomplicated, she felt ties wrapped around her heart, hung up on an idea she couldn't quite grasp. Turn away from it now, Ignita. No sense in getting hung up on something that could never be yours. Be grateful for what you have now. Like chores.

Her damp fur from last night had dried all askew. First things first... a quick dip to fix her fur, then off to storage duties. She had a delivery to make sure was properly put away. Otherwise, they would just dump the damn things wherever and bury the most used items. She stretched with a sigh. Not quite sure what the day would bring.

"Speech"