Mumma please

Basilisk picked up his small wife, and placed a paw on Balrog in a silent gesture of comfort. “I'll find you after” he told the boy, before carrying Ignita back to their den. He released her on the veranda of their den, tucked in close to the cliff and out of sight of the pack. He touched a paw to her cheek and then leaned back, giving her room.


“Ignita. Your a queen. Your my Queen. Something has happened, you need to straighten up and weather this. You can fall apart later. Citadel trespassed. On who? Will there be retaliation?” Balrog had mentioned risking war. What had his son done? He needed to go down the events in order. They'd deal with the challenge and that fall out in due time.