New faces

Basilisk had finally heard yearling, and was given more freedom. He tried to run wild with it, but he did plan to leave the pack for a few days. Explore, and get a feel for his freedom. Setting out from the Armada, he headed North, with his companions trailing behind him.

He found the stream pretty quickly, and crossed the rushing water. Mindful not to lose his step and let it sweep him away. The overly large boy felt light on his paws, exerted and energetic for what the day would bring.

He caught the scent of pack in time to keep himself from crossing the borders. Stopping near the scent marking, and taking in a deep scent. Habari, right? He knew of them from his lessons. They were allies with the pack. He eyed the border with curiosity as he stepped cautiously around it.


"Speech"