Something about apples, falling, and trees?

Allowing the kids into the Market was allowing them a glimpse into the greater world. It was more unpredictable what they might witness, and who they might come across. He could understand why Ignita might worry, even if he didn’t want her smothering them. They needed a few scraped knees and life lessons.

They entered the market proper, and he kept an eye on the silver wolf. Knowing she was likely to get overwhelmed. He was curious to see how long his lesson would stick… he saw when she started to move away from him, overwhelmed and distracted. He watched her, ensuring no one would trip over her small form when she looked about herself and realised she couldn’t see him. He was only a few tables away, his eyes trained on her.

When she crawled into a crevice he trotted over, and knelt down beside it. “Come on, little Selene. I know its a lot to take in, but you can’t hide away from what scares you. Come on, take my hand…” he soothed gently.

"Basilisk"