It all came crashing down

Basilisk had been sitting on the porch of his new den when he saw the little possum go scampering out of the storeroom. Larimar, coiled around his shoulder, rose up and fluttered her wings. Her eyes set on the cave entrance as if she had heard something Bas hadn’t. Frowning, he got to his paws, and headed down the trail at a quick trot. He had told the possum to report to him, so its presence wasn’t totally unexpected. So why did he have a bad feeling?

He wasn’t surprised when the possum turned around, and led Bas into the storeroom. Inside, a heaving mess awaited him. He looked on in dismay at the shelves. Most of them his grandfather had only recently repaired from the flood…

As he stepped cautiously through the carnage, he realised the possum was still frantically trying to get his attention. Leading him further in, towards… Ignita! The little pale wolf was lying among some shelves, looking awfully still. He crouched down beside her and felt for a pulse. Having been half raised by Halo, he knew that much. There it was. She was still alive. He frowned unhappily. Halo was off looking for Kite, Crux had stormed off after the fight. He couldn’t remember the last time he had seen Aris. leaving just a few babies who knew some healing.

He picked her up - and she really was a tiny thing - and took her out of the storage room. He would be angry at her for that later. In fact, putting it to rights was going to take up a lot of her future time. Because she was going to be fine. Well enough to do the heavy lifting. Scowling, he shoved his way into the door of his den, and made his way to one of the back rooms. Not Spiders, which lay on the right, but an empty one on the left. Here a spare bed was made up with the highly sought after bedding of a polar bear. He placed her down on the bed, and began to check her limbs for any breaks.


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