We all make mistakes

Basilisk frowned towards the space Ignita suddenly occupied. He had not seen nor heard the door to their room open and close across the hallway, yet there she stood. She was not usually so quiet, but perhaps his injuries had knocked with his sensors. He still couldn’t scent her.

She stopped before him, and he could see a few emotions flicking in her gaze. Worry, most of all. Teegra answered him, and Ignita nudged him for an answer as well. “A reindeer was posturing at our borders, so I dealt with it.” He explained, his voice still nasally from his blocked nose. There was still blood in his coat, and the fresh stitches in his skin. He wasn’t sure when he would get his sense of smell back, but he would hate to be nose blind like Teegra.


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