A Song of Ice and Fire

There was a very real possibility that Basilisk might murder Marina by the time this birthing was done. He'd keep his promise, and bury her with her necklace. Healing was about more than brisk efficiency, it was about hope. Marina seemed determined to make them despair, but he wasn't about to give in to it. He supported Ignita with a paw around her shoulders. Even as his back legs dug into the stone beneath him. Leaving marks on the surface as they extended and dug in. Trying to relieve some of the emotions boiling through him.


“Push, my love. I'm here. You've got this.” He promised her, keeping his voice soothing, a contrast to the marks in the stone, and the force of his anger.