white knight

C A S I M I R
after receiving the approval nod from basilisk, casimir set off to the far left turn at the end of the hallway, guided by the sound of a rushing stream. an underground channel of water heated by the magma below; it was quite neat and new for him. how hot would it be? creeping to the brink, he slowly dipped his left paw in before coming to sit within it. a shudder leaving his mouth as he relaxed some. it would be some time until he came out, ready to soak his surroundings in next.
-time skip
damp but shaken mostly dry, he met basilisk at the quiet space once more and saw the canteen with food gathered. even large coats. armada was resourceful despite the harsh wintry they lived in. how? "Thank you Basilisk."

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