Fetch! Yes, Warlord!

After that, Basilisk passed out for a while. Coming in and out of it occasionally as he heard the wolves working around him. He didn’t think his head had ever been in so much pain before. His thoughts were slow, and heavy, and he struggled to understand what was dreams, and what was reality. He could hear the voices of the two wolves, and knew they sought to help him. He trusted Ignita, and his trust for Ollie was growing. But it was not easy to be so wounded around them. To know he wouldn’t be able to defend himself (or them).