Tak

The small, black curved ears on his head perked up through his mane of dark hair, almost mearly blending in if not for his given excitment.

"Fire? I can make fire yes!"

He said eagerly. He scooped her up eagerly in his arms, running off barefooted through the jungle with her in his arms. He sniffed the air and ran towards the squishy pit his people had come to rely on. It was like a moldable clay substance that they called 'tak'. A little bit pressed onto a piece of wood and hit with rock sparks would ignite anything immediately.

"Tak!"

He said proudly, setting his newfound mate back down onto her feet. He crouched down and scooped up a nice handfull of the substance, rolling it into a firm ball before giving it to her.

"This makes stuff burn. Dangerous if too much. So this make many fires for long time."

Kuro mused, his tail instinctively whipping back and forth in excitement. He sincerely hoped his mate would be happy with this resource at her disposal.