Seeing red

A couple of days after his return, he made his way to Ignitas den alone. He needed to speak to her about the both of them choosing a place to love together. This den, that she was accustomed to, or the one he had once held where he could watch over the whole pack. He stepped into the familiar space he shared with her, while Ignita herself was busy with a large influx of new supplies to sort. It would be hours before she popped her head back out of her work.


He moved slowly through the space, eyeing the natural shelves In the stone where she stored things. Their bedding, the fireplace. The many knocks and crannies filled with parchments, gifts from him, and other bits she had accumulated since joining the Armada.


He went through the shelves first, looking through every scrap of paper. He found her sketches of the warriors, the different movements of muscles and defences. Who had she been studying so closely? Perhaps he should be glad for her learning, but instead he wondered who she had been watching.


It took him half an hour of gentle poking, leaving nothing disturbed before he found the herbs. He stopped there for a while. Pulling them out onto the floor and staring at them in confusion. She had hidden them? When? The betrayal stuck to him, and he started his search anew. He pulled apart her den, tossing items to the ground as he searched every hide hole, every space. He shook out her bedding, he looked in the binding of her notebook. When his search was complete, he knew he had left no stone unturned. He took the herbs, and dumped them straight into the fire, tossing the bag to the side of it. When he called for Ignita, it was a thunderous thing. He didn't care what she was doing, or how busy. She would come. Now.