Fetch! Yes, Warlord!

As the bear went down again she didn't dare dash out and get caught in those huge paws. But when Basilisk was swiped and went out cold she ran for him. Her little body propped over his side as she held the knife as menacingly as she could at the bear as Oleander dispatched it.

When Ollie crawled out from the dead bear, Ignita spat out the knife into the dirt blade down and looked Basilik over. Please don't be dead. Please please- Ollie said he'd be back, he didn't seem that worried. She didn't know if that was just Ollie or if there wasn't anything to actually be worried about. '

"Bas... Basil? Warlord?" She said as the pale healer stalked out of sight. "Please, please don't be dead." She curled around his face, propping his nose up both so she could feel his breathing and to make sure she wasn't blocking it. She laid her tiny golden head gently over his neck, to assure herself his heart was still pumping. "Stay with me..." She whispered, her devotion complete.

She was alone, her master, unconscious, outside of pack borders. Ollie probably shouldn't have left her alone like this, with her rank and all. But instead of taking the opportunity to run for her freedom, she curled around her master's head, desperate for him to live.