Gained and lost

Basilisk watched in wonder, knowing this was a temptation that a fully aware Ignita would never be able to let slip away. “Going once… going twice…” the trader said and then laughed and Basilisk grinned back at the man. “Congrats, Ignita!” The stranger to her said, and trotted away. Basilisk leaned forward and kissed her again, pressing his lips against hers, and pulling her into his chest. He had stopped caring some time ago about who saw. Only Ignita mattered. Ignita and Spider… he pushed the thought away and pulled his lips from hers. “Congratulations, my love. One step closer, two steps left.” He told her. She could do this, she had proved that to him, to herself, to the wolves around them. She was capable.


He brushed his paw against her shoulder, and led her back out of the busy market place. “How are your defences progressing?” He asked her, voice tender and flush with success.