Never anyone's treasure
Ignita
10-10-2024, 10:24 PM
Ignita lay with her growing brood in the early morning. Bas kissed her cheek before he left for the early patrols. There she would linger with her not-so-tiny children between her paws, snuggled against her side, Selene practically squished into her hip. Her babies were growing far too fast for her sanity.
She dozed among them before she would steal herself to get up. Then the little russet slave Teegra entered and quietly hobbled toward the cooking area. Ignita absently watched the tiny girl start up the fire and acquaint herself with the stores within the den. Ignita watched her, surprised at how little she wanted to help the young thing. Surprised at how little she wanted to care for her. As if separating herself and keeping her at arm's length would help how she could handle the fate of the tiny thing. A part of her thought about how she had cheerfully greeted her as if she had not sealed the girl's fate.
Ignita sighed quietly. Gently she shifted away from her beloved brood, aching every time she left them, every time they were not within arms reach she ached for them. She silently got up and waved for the girl's attention, beckoning her to follow her out into the hall.
Once the den door was closed she led Teegra to the door directly across from it and inside.
"This is the Warlords storage. The Warlord's take of the pack's recourses is stored up here. There are some extra furs, and food here that we use since the pack storage and food prep area is across the Col." Her voice was without her usual enthusiasm as she showed the little slave where each item was. There was a meticulous sorting system and everything was very neatly organized and placed.
"I was a slave. The storage and sorting system is something I take great pride in. Please be mindful and don't hesitate to ask me if you can't find anything." She said it with such nonchalance that it could be construed that she didn't actually want Teegra to ask her for anything.
She desperately wanted to apologize to the poor girl about it all. But she knew now, that if it wasn't Teegra, it would be someone else anyway.
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