CHAPTER 80: EMBERLINGS NAME

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The air grew warmer. Zephyr stepped forward slowly, putting himself between the beast and the others.

The eyes that were looking at them didn’t blink. Then—They vanished. No sound. No footsteps. Just gone.

Fenna cursed under her breath. "That was Fast."

"Too fast," Zephyr said. "It wanted to be seen."

He crouched, examined the soil where the eyes had been. A single paw print remained. Four claws. Deep. Larger than any wolf. A thin line of scorched bark led away.

"A warning?" Fenna asked.

"A message," Zephyr replied while He stood.

Tomorrow’s training would not be enough.

They needed a trap. A real one. He looked at Emberling. She stared at him—still panting, still tired, but... listening.

"Tomorrow," he said, "we will move to a different location."

Night had fallen hard and quick, as if Emberwood forest’s unseen hand had pulled a thick velvet curtain across the sky. The rich orange afterglow above the treetops faded to charcoal, then to ink-black, yet the campfire in Zephyr’s ring of stones still burned in a steady, disciplined flame. No sparks strayed; no smoke billowed high enough to betray their presence.

Zephyr watched it with the unblinking patience of a sentry. His one hand wrapped around a warming cup of weak char-fruit tea, the other resting on the handle of his knife. Ready for action if those eyes return again.

Fenna sat across from him on a flat slab of root, meticulously placed arrow shafts by fire-glow for a second round to dry. She smoothed a reed with a strip of riverstone, turning it in her fingers until the surface shone, then tied on trimmed gray feathers with a single masterful knot. Her movements were precise, almost meditative but Zephyr saw tension in the way her jaw clenched whenever wind rustled outside the clearing.

Emberling dozed near Star’s curled tail, talons twitching as she dreamed. Occasionally she shivered, and Star would lift his dragon head and breathe a reassuring puff of warmth over her feathers before settling again.

Zephyr replayed the earlier encounter in his mind—the flash of molten-gold eyes in the timberline, the scorch of bark, the deliberate stillness before disappearance. It hadn’t attacked, not yet, but it had announced itself. Fire Leopard. A name from Loomar’s bestiaries, a predator rumored to stalk pyro-rich zones, capable of cloaking its burning pelt beneath a veil of mirage heat until it chose to ignite in a rush of claws and cinders. He had never fought one, but he had read enough, the incident reports to know they killed with patience first and flame second.

Tomorrow, they will relocate. They will move farther east, nearer the split-creek terraces and their natural basalt walls. He would dig blind pits. He would string bells from bone fragments and spider-cord. He would lay a grid of hidden rocks to mask their trail. And with luck, when the Fire Leopard came hunting, it would discover it had stepped into his killbox instead of his camp.

But that was tomorrow. Tonight, there was still one thing left to do.

Zephyr poked the fire with a char-stick, watching sparks drift upward like tiny stars escaping gravity. Emberling still lay curled near Star’s tail fluff, eyes half-lidded now awake not asleep. Her small claws twitched now and then, restless.

"Hey, Fenna!" he said quietly, not looking up. "Did you name her?"

Fenna glanced at the chick, then turned her gaze back to her arrow shaft. "No."

"No?" Zephyr raised a brow. "You’ve had plenty of time. Why?"

She exhaled, voice low. "I didn’t get the chance. First, I was busy learning from the Ember Matron... She was always so focused on the bond, on the fire. It felt wrong to interrupt that. And then..."

Zephyr didn’t speak. He let her finish in her own time.

Fenna’s fingers slowed as she tied the feather into place. "When the Matron left for rebirth, the chick just... you know what happened. There was no right moment. She was too quiet. Too sad. So I never got the chance. So, I decided to waited until she feels normal."

He stirred the fire again, letting the silence hang for a breath.

"You should name her," Zephyr said softly. "It might help. Might change something inside her. Phoenixes respond to identity, right?"

Fenna looked at him, hesitating. The firelight caught in her pale eyes, reflecting something unreadable. Then she nodded.

"Yes," she whispered. "You’re right."

A sudden flutter of movement broke the silence. Fenna looked up, the newly fletched arrow still in her fingers.

Emberling had stirred, eyes half-open, blinking at the firelight. The chick shook her body, sending cinders of soot into the air, and issued a soft, questioning trill. Star lifted his head again, rumbling comfort, but Emberling’s gaze drifted past the drake toward Fenna.

Fenna set the arrow aside and wiped sanding dust from her palms. She shot Zephyr a glance. "Let’s do it." and he nodded.

She rose and crossed the earth to Star’s side, kneeling so she was level with the chick. Moonlight spilled through a crack in the canopy, shining her black hair, highlighting the tiny phoenix shaped tamer mark at her hand.

"Hey, little one," Fenna whispered. Emberling chirped in recognition, a note of confusion and longing. "You’ve carried her name long enough. The Matron gave you life, but you’ll walk your own path now."

Zephyr listened, unmoving, though his pulse quickened. Naming a beast... truly naming it was a bond that every tamer needed. Even low rank familiars would respond to dozens of nicknames, but a true name held weight. It could shape future growth, invoke elemental heritage, and even define new skills. He’d suspected Fenna intended this, yet he knew she had hesitated. Giving the chick time to deal with the sorrow of Ember Matron rebirth from the flames again.

Fenna reached out, palm up. Emberling stepped forward, claws pricking Fenna’s hand.

"You are small," Fenna said. "But inside you, a whole sun stirs. One day you’ll blaze brighter than your mother, brighter than any sky. You deserve a name that reminds you of warmth, yet guides you, too."

She glanced at Zephyr—testing the word on her tongue. He offered a nod of encouragement.

Fenna took a breath. "Aurora."