A Song of Ice and Fire

He narrowed his eyes at Marina, but again he held his tongue. In any other situation he would have smacked her down for those words. He had researched with healers and taken careful consideration before he and Ignita had taken the risk. The blight, and Oleander's absence were terrible blows. He was afraid. His lead healer had trained with birthing experts for this exact scenario. What did Marina know?


He clutched Ignita paw gently when she butted her head against him, reaching out for him. Marina got to work, sorting through the herbs and grabbing what she needed. He eyed her with a steady mistrust, but he was backed into a corner. At least he had power over Marina. He took off her pendant and placed it to the side, out of the way. A reminder, and a promise. He was willing to relinquish control of it.


The little that Ignita seemed to have adopted got to his paws. Basilisk tensed, until it grabbed the bowl the healer had requested. Holding it carefully in its dexterous claws as it did the healers bidding. Putting it in the healer's reach, and fetching a water skin. Very well then. He turned his attention back to Ignita, offering his forearm for her to clamp her teeth on. The bear looked to Marina, willing to act as the healer's apprentice.