Just a little something

Basilisk gave her a genuine smile at her declaration, but there was a hint of smugness in it too. “I’m just glad you finally accepted it.” He teased. He’d been considering her a friend for some time now, but it was the first time he had heard her resign herself to it. She was something different, a break from his norm. She could be frank and amusing both, and he had known they would be friends from day one.

When Euryale hopped on her back, his own falcon hopped off a branch and came gliding down. Landing on the broad dire wolfs back. “Sure. I’ve got some free time. What did you want to do?” he asked. So far, when they’d run into each other it had always been about hunt work.


"Basilisk Fatalis"