The glow of the inscription array reflected off the rough surfaces of the cave as I carefully etched the final line into the stone wall. The grinding noise of my tool against the hard surface echoed through the cave, a sound that was as harsh as it was necessary. I was so engrossed in my work that I barely registered the stirring of the Scream cubs nestled in the corner of the cave.
One of the Scream cubs woke up from the commotion, its little eyes fluttering open in confusion. Noticing me, it growled lowly, a protective instinct emanating from its small body. The cub lumbered over, coming between me and its slumbering siblings.
I watched it approach with a fond smile, pausing my etching momentarily. This cub had always been the brave one, the protector. It was admirable and yet concerning, given the nature of our current situation.