Never anyone's treasure

There was a soft moment where Ignita couldn't help but curl her lip in a half smile. The inquisitive nature of Teegra was coming forward. A nature much like her own. But it was short lived as she remained stilled, knowing that to be drawn to Teegra would just make their situation more heartbreaking. She would remain at arm's length.

"No, no. Her fathers help her do that just fine. Mortis also has wings. This land has blessed this family with many good things." She mused... wings among them, crystals, saber teeth, sharp claws.

With the ingredients gathered, Teegra lifted the basket, showing some strength despite her size, they made their way back to the den. Quietly Ignita opened the door and peered inside. All five were still sound asleep like usual. The early morning hours usually went this way. Perhaps with Teera Ignita could learn to sleep in a little.

She tiptoed around them to the fire and added a coal piece to it. She began quietly showing Teegra where all the utensils and what she usually did in the mornings.