I'm Waiting For You, Vizzini

Basileus seemed to hear, but for a long moment there was no recognition in him. Before Enrico could decide if what he felt was relief or sadness at that fact, the realization hit the rust-marked male and he flipped over to stare at him. Enrico couldn't help but close his eyes in pain at the sneer on Basileus' muzzle. "Ho paura che tu non morirai oggi, paesano," he told him firmly, cool eyes opening once more to stare down at the wolf who had been sent to kill him. "Vedremo cosa succede quando stai bene, forse, ma non oggi."

He would have to bring him back to Niente, somehow, but he did not yet have a trained healer among his wolves. He would have to trade with another pack for the services of one... was he willing to do so much for a wolf who would undoubtedly try to kill him when he was well enough to move? And would Basileus even accept his help, he, who broke Omerta?