the bard's last note

Ignita entered the den with the bag, which she placed at his paw. He leaned lightly against her, content to show affection, possession in front of others. He kissed her brow, feeling the girth of her stomach against his side. Did he feel a tiny puppy kick? He didn’t let himself get distracted. He turned his attention back to Pluto, who was eating the meal the Warlord had laid out in front of him.

They were both from desert kingdoms? That was… unexpected. Though they both shared sandy colours in their coats. He could almost feel himself bristling, and he didn’t entirely know why. He tossed the bag carelessly at Pluto. “You may have this.” He allowed, as if returning the boy's belongings was a gracious gift. “You’ll remain in this den, and you will assist Ignita with our puppies when they are born. As well as using what healing knowledge you have to assist Oleander with the Blight.” He instructed the golden wolf, pausing to see if Ignita had any further questions for him.

"Basilisk"