Close together and far apart

A couple of days had passed since the initial discovery of the blight. He was keeping secluded, and holding on to the threads of all the moving parts as the wolves of the pack worked together to keep eachother safe.

He found himself stalking the border between the Col and the Woods. Alone, for his companions surrounded Ignita. There was a quiet to the evening, as if the world was holding its breath. Waiting to see what would come. So far, he had shown no signs of illness. No evidence that the blight had reached him. But the fear was still there. The fear that he would not hold Ignita in his arms again. His eyes were dark as he stalked along the path, back and forth, back and forth. A few more days of forced seclusion from Ignita, and he knew his temper would flare even further.


"Basilisk"