Mumma please

Basilisk was out of the pack, hunting down a moose when Thunder came careening down with a mighty cry. Startling Bas’s prey in a sudden, terrified motion too swift for Bas to compensate for. He turned to the bird with the start of a snarl, before he realised she was in panic mode. Something had gone wrong.

He turned, and was already running by the time he had completed the motion. Racing back along the field towards his pack lands. He entered the territory, and things seemed oddly quiet, but still Thunder continued on. He followed his bird, letting her lead him into the Col. to where… Ignita was lying in his golden sun's arms, Iskandor watching on. All seemed agitated. He skidded to a stop beside Balrog, and placed a paw on Ignita. He could smell her blood. “Are you hurt? What happened? Tell me!” he snarled. The scent of her blood in the air chased reason from his eyes.

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