Check up? No. Check down

Basilisk grinned up at the pale wolf as she introduced herself. “I’m Basilisk” he explained, though he was already growing accustomed to most wolves just knowing who he was. Well, at least she understood Seer’s message from the little he was able to remember. “What if it isn’t what it should be?” he wondered, curiously.

“What does tilling mean?” he asked next. He always had a hundred questions, but he knew better than to pester his father with them. But Halo smiled at him, and he felt like he could trust that smile. “I don’t know any flowers” he admitted.

She disappeared into a den after a moment, and reappeared with a bit of black firewood. “I’m ready” he promised her, eyeing her and the black smudge in her paw curiously.


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