Yara was patrolling the outskirts of the Col, her keen eyes scanning on the horizon for any signs of threats or intruders. The beckon from her mistress' companion made her head turn towards the possum before looking past them to the door of the den where Ignita had been resting with her new brood.
Without a second thought, Yara altered her course, moving swiftly but silently through the Col. As she approached the den, she began to think about what Ignita might need. Her mistress was resourceful but also restless, and Yara knew she would want more than just company.
Food. Ignita would be hungry, no doubt. Fresh meat, something tender and easy to digest after her ordeal. Yara sniffed the air, catching the scent of a nearby herd. A few moments later, she had felled a young deer, the flesh still warm. She quickly prepared a portion, wrapping it in thick leaves and then carrying it within her jaws.
Water. Yara knew the streams nearby could be cold and refreshing, perfect for the new mother. She stopped by one of the cleanest streams she knew, using a hollowed-out tusk to scoop up enough water for Ignita to drink from when she got back. A hollowed out log had been formed into a cap, and leather used for the strap that held around her neck.
Comfort. The fresh furs in Ignita's den were good, but Yara had noticed a spot nearby where soft grasses grew in abundance. She gathered a bundle, thinking extra bedding beneath the furs might help keep Ignita and the pups cozy, and tucked it away beneath the strap of her makeshift canteen.
With everything collected, Yara made her way to the den, her heart pounding with anticipation. As she approached the entrance, she dropped the deer meat gently by the door and tapped gently upon it with her claws.
"I am here, Ignita, if you need me," she said softly, her voice filled with both respect and concern. "I've brought you something to eat and drink, and a little extra comfort for you and the pups. Is there anything else you need?" Yara waited, her posture relaxed but alert, ready to serve in whichever way Ignita required. She knew how important it was for Ignita to feel secure and comfortable, especially with so many things going on both inside and outside her den.
"Speech."
