So where are we really going? An Elephant Graveyard

Basilisk held tightly to his precious cargo. His entire body tensed in fear for the coming pain. His heart was beating so quickly, he was half afraid it might burst. His breaths were short, panicked pants. He might have made the conscious choice to buy Juniper time with his body, but that didn’t mean the fear wasn’t almost paralysing.

But the blow didn’t come. He heard the sound of a struggle, the scent of blood in the air. But it wasn’t him, it wasn’t his. A part of him was afraid he was already dead, and the knowledge hadn’t caught up to his brain yet. He helped himself there, around her, paralysed.

And then Artorias spoke, and he knew who had saved them. This wasn’t the first time Artorias had killed a tiger for him, and the coincidence of that almost made him laugh. Or perhaps that was the giffy relief crawling through his system. Panting, he raised his head, finding Artorias there. “She’s okay” he whispered, stiffly releasing his hold on the smaller wolf. His limbs almost didn’t want to obey him. “Somethings wrong with my back leg.” He explained as he uncurled himself but made no move to get up.

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