Is this the end?

Basilisk sunk back down on his bedding at her agreement. This feeling of weakness was awful, and once again he was frustrated that he couldn’t face it with fangs and claws. Helpless and waiting, that was all he could do. His tail lashed slowly behind him in agitation, and his head sunk into the coat. He just had to endure this, he would get better. He would meet his and Ignita’s children.

“This can’t get out… Ignita is pregnant. And foolish.” he muttered. To himself or Yara, he wasn’t sure. “What would you do after this, if freedom was yours?” he asked weakly. Something to distract himself.

"Basilisk"