what's the rock cooking?

Basilisk flinched at the idea of his grandpa telling his dad. Azure was not an easy parent, and he knew his father would not take it well. He bowed his head, really realising just how much trouble he was in. “Sorry Grandpa Sirius” he apologised, shuffling a paw, before reaching over and patting Hazel’s paw as she stood up for him.

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The Warlord sighed, seeing how sorry the small boy was. “I’ll have to think of a punishment for you, borders aren’t to be taken lightly’ he warned, before Hazel’s words caught his attention.

The Warlord's expression darkened at her words. They had willfully abandoned a child to starve to death, or be eaten by predators? He could barely even fathom it. His children and grandchildren were the most precious thing in his world, and he would have fought worlds to keep them safe. He shook his head, digesting her information before he spoke. “I would offer you a place here, Hazel. It won't be easy, you would be expected to train and learn and advance in the Armada, but you would be safe and fed, you would not be abandoned. he bit off the word angrily. If her family ever came back for her, they would find he would not give her up easily.

[b] “If you would like, you can den by yourself, or you can come home with me and my Wife. There's room for you” he promised her. They had a big den, now empty, even their second litter had left now.


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