The Warlord bit back a laugh, oh yeah, she really was bringing home a lost lamb. Did she know how Hana had entered the pack? well he wouldn’t be one to say no if the man wanted to join, and Asla really wanted him to. Perhaps it would do her well to have more friends in the pack. And if she did take the man with her, and he had the body of someone accustomed to fighting, then it might keep her safe.

Still, he did have one rule first. "The two of you wont take on any lions, right?” but he was teasing. He leaned forward, and kissed Asla’s forehead. “Good to meet you, too, Basilisk. I see Asla has already given you a job. Prove yourself, and you can keep it.” he told the man.

Bas did well. He didn't cower or say any weird words or anything like that. He simply did as a normal wolf would. Her father seemed to think nothing of it. He joked with her and kissed her head. "No lions. Promise." Unless they attacked her first, that was. She would have the scars from her last lion encounter for the rest of her days. The fur had barely begun to grow back over the slash marks in her left shoulder. "Thanks, Papa." She turned her smile to Basilisk. "Welcome to the Armada, Bas." Pleased with herself, the young wolf motioned for her new companion to follow her. She would take him to her recently constructed den and get some food in him. Then she'd allow him to sleep for as long as he wished. Only then would they start on their adventures. "Speech"