Taking Care

Lazarus went out to hunt for dry branches even though the sun was dangerously coming up. If he didn't go back inside the cave soon, he could end up burning his skin, but Emma's comfort was extremely important. The mate had kicked in so severely that he couldn't deny it even if he wanted to. He realized that he could never deny it right from day one. He was only denying himself. 

He looked up at the cave's mouth and saw Nephie perched at the roof. She lowered her big head to stare at him and tilted it as if asking him as to where he was going, leaving Emma all alone. Lazarus jumped on Titan. "I am going to find dry branches. Emma is cold," he explained, satisfied that she was there to take care of her. Saying that he kicked Titan into a gallop. 

Nephie let out a deep sigh. Her breath clouded in front of her. She flared her wings wide and shot in the air. Soon she was flying above him. 

"Go back, Nephie!" he growled. "She is alone!"