The preparations for the Lek were underway. Iara could hear the avians’ calls, the breaking of trees and the endless pawing of the earth…and none of it interested her. She began to dread it. She confined herself to her nest day and night, hoping no avian could detect the fear in her scent.
One evening, Flash startled Iara in her nest. “Follow me,” he growled, his eye shine an eerie green.
Iara reluctantly followed her mentor as he easily crept into the forest, his velvet pawpads silencing his movement. She ducked large gingko and evergreen boughs, nearly tripping over rotting logs. She splashed into a large puddle, the sudden noise startling them both.
“Be quiet!” Flash rumbled angrily.
“Sorry!” Iara leapt onto dry ground, shaking her feet.
The unlikely duo continued wandering into the forest. Finally, Flash stopped. Iara nearly stumbled into him, then skittered back, her wings outstretched for balance.
“We are here.” Flash gave a heavy breath, a chuff chuff. A hollowed out cycad trunk hanging by the den’s entrance was transformed into a torch. He took it in his teeth and waved his head for Iara to enter.