Lost little lamb

He raised a brow at her, surprised she was full of compliments after he had pulled her off the shelf. “A wonder, you say?” he remarked with mild amusement as he took a seat by her fire. The still-settling charm made a few tinkling sounds behind him, she stepped into him, and he wrapped a paw around her. Kissing her cheek, and letting her go when she pulled back. He knew, beyond a doubt, that she had his back. That she would support him, and help him, almost unquestionably. Well, somewhat almost. But her questions weren’t doubts, just exploration. Had he been a little afraid of Hazel’s demons? He dashed the thought away. And it had almost been a whole day since he’d thought about her, too.

He settled down, leaving a paw over Ignita as she curled up against him. Warm, and present against his coat. A constant companion to him these days. She mentioned Spider, and he sighed softly, resting his head against the back of hers. He had always supported and looked out for Spider. He would have thought he would manage to avoid hurting them, even through the messy raising he had done of the kid. But this… this was unavoidable. “I’m afraid. Afraid I’ll lose them, too. This is their home, what if it chases them away from it?”


"Basilisk Fatalis"