The crowd erupted into a low murmur, the greed for the 'Sun-glass' light shifting into a competitive hunger for the reward.
"Vane!" Hana barked, and the dragon prince nearly tripped over his own tail. "You want to be useful? Organize them. If they want to help, they can start by clearing the lower path and moving the outer crates to the secondary landing. But nobody enters my den. If anyone crosses the threshold without my permission, Caspian, you have my permission to incinerate them."
Caspian let out a huff of smoke, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips. "With pleasure, Hana."
As the mass of beastmen began to move under Vane's frantic directions—mostly out of fear of Caspian's molten gaze—Hana turned back toward the den.
She wasn't about to let 'street rats" into her home. She and her mates would handle the internal setup of the kitchen; she preferred her sanctuary kept to those she actually trusted.
