Fetch! Yes, Warlord!

Basilisk lay there, stunned as Oleander finished off the bear. All he could do was breathe, and even that was hard. There was a blinding pain in his head, and he wasn’t sure he could feel his body. But as he lay there, struggling, he began to regain feeling. He could hear what Ollie said, but he couldn’t respond to it as the healer took off.

In fact, it took him a little bit to feel the slight weight of another wolf against him, and to realise that Ignita stood there. Tiny little thing, ready to defend him. Something squeezed in his heart, but among all the other hurts he could barely feel it.

As the white healer left, Ignita moved his head. He groaned a little, he really didn’t want to move (or be moved) “Pleassseee shhhuuut uuppp, y-y-yourrr to-loud” he garbled past what felt like an overly fat tongue. Despite everything, he still wanted that fucking coat.