remember not our faulty pieces

Basilisk leaned further over her and gave the armour a tap. “If you don’t wanna ask Halo, you could ask Ruga, or Seer?” He suggested, still squishing his smaller friend. He had reached his full height, and towered over every wolf he had ever met. He did have to be a little careful, so he didn’t squish Hazel for real.

Hazel shoved her nose into his shoulder, and he could feel her cold nose against his thick fur. He pretended he didn’t even feel the stabbing of her nose, and prompted his head on his leg, considering her question. “We could spar, or maybe head out of the territory and see if someone will spar with the two of us in the battlefield? Or, uhh, look for coyotes maybe?” He owed the coyotes for denting his friend's armour.


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