No stone unturned

He flicked his ears towards Ignita to show he was listening, but his eyes were forward. Scanning the horizon, and the area around them. Larimar rode on Ignita’s back, and Orso stuck close to her other side. Thunder remained in the skies above them, and all of them remained on high alert.

When Ignita fell silent, he bumped his shoulder gently against hers, though still his attention was on the area around them. The strange spikes rose from the ground, looking weathered and old despite the fact that he knew this territory had not been here just days before. “Could something cause this to… rise from the earth?” he glanced over at Ignita, whos od bits of knowledge had often come to good use.

"Basilisk Fatalis"