Basilia had been lying low for the past couple of weeks or so. After pushing her fighting limits she had taken the time to tend to her wounds and make sure she wasn’t going to fall apart the next time she got into a fight. Luckily in that time she hadn’t caught wind of Cordelia or any of her siblings, seeing one of them while recovering would’ve ended up very poorly.
Given the fact that it was the summer she had been traveling up farther than she normally would have. Coming across a muddy river she stopped to look around and see where she was. She spotted an older wolf who had lied down on a rock, he didn’t smell like anyone she had met before or any pack she had heard of. He did smell like a pack though, while Bas still disliked the idea of packs she could understand it when it came to old age. She had no clue if she’d even reach that stage though, hopefully she’d die fighting and have done something with her life. She didn’t want to reach the point where she couldn’t fight due to joint pain.
Basilia decided it was better to just leave the man alone and to avoid disturbing him. She instead set her eyes on the river in disappointment. Why did the river have to get all gross and muddy, that made it really hard to drink from. Maybe she would do it if she was desperate but she wasn’t quite that desperate yet.
Talk
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Basilia is prone to
inappropriate language and violent tendencies, if you stop entertaining her, all bets are off. You have been warned. She also has a
Gyr Falcon companion that is assumed not with her unless otherwise stated.
