Curtain of Stone

Basilisk left Ollie and went looking for his Little Bird. The new mixture of herbs secured in a small bag around his side. His falcon suggested he try her den, so he padded across the Col with a soft growl. As he approached, her scent did indeed indicate a freshness and he frowned as he stepped inside without knocking. He didn't see her in the den, so he kept going. His expression a brewing storm cloud as he stepped into the dark. She stood out stark and obviously against the dark. The light from her touch sparking against her coat. He growled softly before he stalked closer.  "What did I tell you about coming in here until this was fixed?” He demanded. He had mentioned that to her, right? He vividly remembered intending to.

He stepped into the light of her torch, and didn't stop until his nose angled down and brushed against the fur behind her ears. “We were going to work on this together.” He whispered, pressing his paws down on hers and tugging her into a sitting position.