Two Rivers Isle Mother, grab the camera!

Her own kisses made Pyro giggle. It was always good seeing familiar faces that weren't the den's wall. It was boring talking to them, but Aero was so much more fun! She could actually breathe and stuff, not to mention picking up a stick to play.

Words made more sense every day in Pyro's ears, he could already recognize a lot of them and the tone in which they were said. For example, Aero said his name, and the recognition made him even more excited. Then she asked a question, but Pyro didn't have an answer. What did she want from him? His yellowing eyes looked around as if trying to find the answer in a physical form, but the boy gave up and looked back at the female, head tilted to a side, tongue lolling out and tail swaying rhythmically as he tried to make out of auntie Aero's face what the hell she was saying.