Ten seconds from a tantrum

“Basilisk, or call me Bas” he corrected. Almost wincing at the bad pronunciation from the pup. As he spoke he watched as Crux shuffled the bum leg out of view. It was no secret what his father thought of some of the kids in Crux’s litter. Basilisk did have a habit of shadowing his fathers opinions, but without the same strength behind the bite as his father. Basilisk was more likely to give them a chance then Azure was. He wasn’t really sure what he thought of them yet. They were new, and something interesting around the pack. Maybe one day they might even be old enough to be fun.

“Did you wanna go into any of the caves? Seer only said to keep you out if you were alone” he said, a slightly mischievous smile on his face as he looked at Crux. offering him a small olive branch. After all, if the pup was with Basilisk, he wasn’t alone was he?


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