Alone

Basilisk finished his patrols and made his way back to his den, grimacing before he stepped inside. There was an air of emptiness in the den that had never been there before. The first night he had ever stayed away from his parents' den had been with Hazel. In the less-constructed tree house, lying under the stars and drinking booze they had swiped from Halo. Every night after, they had shared a den. They had been together, Together. Always. His heart ached as he made his way into their little supply den, with the maps along one wall. Here was a list of their patrols, and which ones Hazel had been running. He ran a paw across the markings she had made and let out a slow breath. One day a time. That was the way he had to survive this. One day at a time.

He shuffled around a few names, wiping eyes that were oddly damp until he was finished. Right, he still had things to do. He grabbed a bite to eat for himself and for Ignita and trotted back to the painting den. He caught her as she was leaving the den, and wordlessly handed her her share of the bounty as he walked quietly alongside her, letting her choose the destination. He wasn’t surprised when she started to turn into the supply den. “Ignita… Enjoy your day. I’ll find you in the afternoon.” He told her

- Potential time skip?-


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