Basilisk had spent the last few weeks attempting to track Charlie down. He had followed every trail, and chased every rumour. In all that time, the young Blacksmith hadn’t returned to them. It was time to face the truth, he was gone. He hoped that the man was alright, and while joining his siblings despite his assurances to Basilisk would be a betrayal, it was better than some of the alternatives.

He made his way to the Obelisk, and raised his head. Calling out the news to his pack. Telling them of Charlie’s disappearance, and Hazel’s choice to leave the pack. Those were the main highlights, but he ended it on a positive note and sang about Gossamer recovering from her illness, Ignita winning her freedom from the Slave rank, Wynter becoming the pack's Diplomat in training, Oleander entering the rank of Combat Medic, and Bronze upranking from Apprentice to Warrior. He let his cry die down, and remained by the Obelisk to allow any of the pack to seek out further information if they wished to.


"Basilisk Fatalis"

Oleander lifted his ears as he heard the call out to the pack. He was sad to hear of Charlie's disappearance and Hazel leaving. But he smiled as he heard the news! New members! Ignita's new rank! Vesper couldn't deny it now. And what's this? His sister made Diplomat! Excellent! He had been so caught up with his own training and drama, that he must go catch up with her!
There was a curious note in his song though and he decided to head out to the Obelisk himself.
"What's this about Gossamer?" He asked as he approached the massive Warlord under the obelisk. Hopefully Gossamer would also be coming forward. Why didn't she at least come by the healer's den if she was feeling so awful?

"Speech!"

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Gossamer had finally recovered and was starting to feel more like herself. There was still some residual weakness and loss of breath after her patrols but each day was a step in the right direction. She had recovered to find her sister Vanta gone, the younger girl seemingly wandering off, like so much of her family. Gossamer busied herself about her den, unpacking her things and settling back into home. She decided to put aside her thoughts of leaving the Armada. She didn't believe in gods or anything like that but it did seem since her illness that the universe was trying to tell her to stay put.

About the time she decided to see Basilisk she heard his call from the obelisk. The call had a string of troubling news. Apparently Charlie had wandered off. Maybe to search for Vanta? She had often debated looking herself. More surprising was Hazel leaving, well, maybe not so surprising after her break down in an earlier raid. She was glad to hear about other pack members ranking up and arrived to see one of her many nephews already at the obelisk.

"What's this about Gossamer?"

"I'm not dead, so that's a start," she chuckled. "I was very sick for the past month or so but finally recovering. I'm afraid Aris has it as well. I should be immune now so I can act as a go between for her care. Speaking of which, Basilisk. I wanted to let you know that I have decided to stay with the Armada if you'll have me."

He was new and still adjusting to the whole pack life business. Somewhat keeping to himself for now until he got settled. Focusing on allowing his scars to heal and rebuild the tears so that he could hunt again. At times, he missed the wild, missed the solitude, but hadn't balked at it too much. Having found a den within the warrens that was closest to the large opening, he didn't feel so unsettled while he was trying to sleep and make it his "own." Funny how things could change so quickly.

It's in his den where he relaxes when he hears the Warlord's call for the pack. Nothing urgent, but Wilder supposed that maybe this would be his chance to introduce himself to others. Already, he'd met Oleander, Vesper, and Wylan, and re-met Tethys and Spider. There were still so many members he hadn't met which was mind blowing to the slightly feral wolf. So since he was trying not to be so feral anymore, he got to his paws, stretching his long legs, and set out toward the middle of the Col where he found Basilisk sitting beside the Obelisk and Oleander and an unknown wolf sitting nearby.

Dipping his muzzle to Basilisk first, Wilder takes a seat off to the side, plopping himself down into a comfortable position that wouldn't strain his injury. He then looks to Oleander, giving the healer a smirk before his gaze settled on Gossamer for a moment. Was she family? Or just a member? He couldn't tell, but figured he would eventually find out.

WILDER