Rika ran, leaping over jagged rocks and incinerating spiderwebs and anything else in her path. She didn't bother to avoid the puddles she stepped in. rather, she just let the fire in her paws evaporate the water on contact. When the trail led to a crack in the wall that was too small for her to climb through she blasted the wall away. Whatever her feelings about the cubs existence, she owed it to her friend to look after it. She wouldn't let it be abandoned. Whatever it was that grabbed the cub needed to be destroyed. After about 10 minutes she stopped her heedless charge. She was facing an abyss. A hole in the floor as far down as her eyes could see, with no clear path for her to descend it. Whatever grabbed the cub must have been small enough to scale the nooks and crannies of the walls of the abyss. She could clearly see its imprints in the dust that gathered. It appeared to be some sort of lizard.
"It must've been one of those scurriers that crawl in the caves. The bastards!" She thought to herself.
She could no longer follow the trail. This was as far as she could go. She sat down.
I'll wait here for the creature for 2 hours. If it's not back by then its on its own. This would seem an unreasonable expectation. To expect a blind newborn cub to fight off a predator and then scale the walls of an abyss. But such was the way of the fireigh. They would not fret over something they cannot control.
The lizard was frantic. One moment it was scaling swiftly and happily along the chasm wall, it's sticky padded feet perfect for the endeavour, enveloping every groove and crack in the rock allowing it to move with ease in the oddest of angles, the next moment, it's tongue was hot, as if on fire. It was the cub in it's mouth. Its pelt no longer felt damp and matted. It was dry and hot, heating up with every passing second, like the belly of a pyro-dragon before it releases it's fearsome flame.
"How is this?! Little one is stiff. I did it. I made sure. EEEEKCHHH" the lizard shrieked for the heat began popping as if fireworks had erupted in his mouth. When he opened his mouth to shriek he dropped his spicy little snack, which tumbled 5 feet through the air before hitting the moss covered Stone floor of the chasm. The glowing puff of fur lay sprawled on the stone floor, unmoving, eyes still shut with the blindness of new birth.
"Is it dead" the lizard thought?
No longer could he give thought to such a thing, for his tongue was scalded. He must find the water drip outside of the chasm. He started to scramble back up the way he had come then glanced back at his precious meal turned torch and hissed in annoyance, the pain making it wince bodily, then it continued to climb back upwards, it's tongue too scalded to taste death laying at the top in wait of something to come out.