Chill of the dark

Basilisk gripped his paw over Iggy’s, the weight of it likely holding her down, though he didn’t apply enough to hurt her. He hadn’t hurt her for a long time now. Somewhere along the way, her loyalty had become absolute. In the sea of unrest he had felt since Kite’s challenge, that had come to mean everything to him.

“If you need to come back into this den for a few days, the room you were in is still there.” He told her as she spoke of a draft in her den. The den he had allowed her to take had also allowed him to keep her close. Eventually, an escape route would be forged between the two of them. But that, as most things did, would take time. He leaned his chin on the top of her head as she rested it against him. “I heard news today… yesterday” How late was it? “That Charlie has gone missing, so we may not be forging anything for a while.”