Is this the end?

His weak summons brought her to his side. She hadn’t been far then. He was too out of it to be aware of his surroundings. An unusual occurrence for the Warlord. He heard her voice as if filtered through water. Distant and blurred. He blinked at her, struggling with the pain in his head and the weakness of his body - and then she was gone.

He reached out a paw, feeling the emptiness where she had been. Had she taken this opportunity to run? Little Rabbit that she was. He blinked, closing his eyes for a moment. He wasn’t sure how long, but when he opened them again she was back beside him. Water and herbs pushed in front of him. He was forced to trust her assessment of the herbs, and he drank from the water and chewed the leaves. “We should… keep this quiet. Don’t want panic.” he rasped at her. He didn’t want Ignita to panic.


"Basilisk"