Let The Wind Eavesdrop

Basilisk had beaten his fever, but he was still weak and fragile. He shivered as he stretched his paws outside his den. In just the few days he had been ill, he had lost weight, and his blues were less vibrant. When Ignita’s howl touched the sky, he knew he wouldn’t be able to hide this from her. But he couldn’t ignore her call either. What if it was about their kids, or the pack?

He made his slow, stumbling path to the border between the Col and the Woods, and he found Ignita there. Her gold form looked vibrant and full of life in contrast to his cool blue form. “Ignita” He said softly across his broken voice. “What news?” His enthusiasm for seeing her was dulled by the weakness of his body.


"Basilisk"