A Song of Ice and Fire

Basilisk watched as Ignita pushed and struggled. He knew nothing about birthing, and felt lost watching her. Dammit, where was Marina? When she reached for him he took her paw, folding his larger one over hers. He found himself growling softly, and cut it when he realised. Ignita didn't need his anxiety.


Marina finally appeared, and the sounds of Ignitas distress had put a wild glint in Bas’ eyes. He snapped his teeth together to bite back a sharp remark, and instead nodded his head. He needed Marina.


“Yes, Oleander had an emergency kit made up.” He said, fetching it and putting it in front of Marina. “Get her and the kids out of this alive, and I'll return your pendant. Today.” He said, voice a low growl.