Drums... drums in the deep

Basilisk was remarkably less curious than his companion at the odd bits and bobs they passed. From the way the floor was patterned beneath them, to old tools left behind. He did however eye the collapsed tunnel with some interest. Even before she called his attention to it, he set his nose to the ground and scented cautiously sneezing away some of the dust as he moved from one end to the other, searching for any hint of their missing wolf.

As he did so, Ignita’s attention was on the higher point of the rubble, clearly invested in seeing if she could climb it. “Ignita…” He growled out in warning as she started to pull herself onto the tumbled debris. “Remember what happened last time you climbed something?” He warned her, already moving into a position where he could catch her if she started to fall. His extra height would come in handy if he needed to grab her.

"Basilisk Fatalis"