Fantasy and dreams

Basilisk was doing his rounds, ensuring his pack was well, had what they needed, and were behaving themselves. His falcon was keeping a close eye on Spider, and his Wyrm was sticking close to Iggy. The rest of the pack he ensured he could lay eyes on every now and then.


As he made a pass through the plains, he saw Iggy in the grass beside a young male wolf. He frowned, taking in their close posture. And then the boy was leaning in…. “Ignita!” He growled “I need your help urgently” he lied, watching with dark, glowing eyes as he waited for her to comply. What foolishness was she getting up to in the short moments he left her alone?