Something about apples, falling, and trees?

He was keeping an eye on Selene, and watched as she slipped into the storage den. He let out a soft snort in amusement, wondering if organising was going to be an interest of hers. How many of them would show traits Ignita held close, and how many would show his? He stopped near the entrance of the den, tilting his head to the side. Listening.

When she called out his name, loud and sudden, he shot into the den. For a split second he thought something was wrong, until he realised her voice had been in glee. He was not relieved, nor impressed, however when he saw her. “Selene!” He barked out, remembering Ignita falling from these very shelves. “Get down before you hurt yourself!” He hurried over to where she was climbing.


"Basilisk"