Something about apples, falling, and trees?

Basilisk softened once it was clear Selene was sorry, and promised to obey. He brushed a paw across his cheek, smearing blood through his fur. He grimaced, he would need to wash that off and press something to it to stop the bleeding. Probably wasn’t worth stitches. Hopefully. He still had the scar from the last time Ignita stitched him.

“I’m alright little one.” he said, learning forward to put a paw gently around her and nudge her tiny frame closer. “You gave me a fright. I was worried you would be the one to tumble.” He explained. He spied a small scrap of cloth and snagged it with a claw, bringing it closer and pressing it to his cheek. “How about we go wash up in the hot springs, and then I’ll show you what the market is all about?” he suggested. He had a feeling Selene wouldn’t give him too much trouble in the crowd.


"Basilisk"