Blood for the Blood Gods

Basilisk barked a laugh at that, and glanced back over at the purple wolf. “Depends on the sibling, I guess” He agreed lightly. Realising that he would have to keep very careful watch over Andy. He had a feeling his grandparents would not forgive him if he got one of their puppies eaten. Az might reward him. Quietly. In private.

They made their way to the woods, and as they were coming up to the spot where he had found markings, his kea screeched a sharp warning. Grabbing the pup by her scruff, Basilisk dove to the side just in time to avoid the drop-attack from the tiger. It landed where Andy had been moments before, and he released his grip on her and stood over top of her. “get its tail, distract it!” he ordered. Taking a page from his fathers book and tossing Andy in the deep end - but at least somewhat controlled. The tiger would have to take its attention off him to turn around and face her.


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