Walk the plank!

Basilisk had been out patrolling in the woods when the call came through. He recognized the caller - somewhat, and knew that being Heir didn’t excuse him from whatever it was about. He trotted back to his tree house first, grabbing his gear before heading over to the beach. It didn’t take him long to get sorted, and he arrived with plenty of time to spare. He wasn’t the last to arrive, either. He glanced first at the winged wolf wolf, and then about at the assembled ones, and their miserable expressions. Well, some miserable, some downright angry.

He looked back at the Winged Wolf again, a hint of admiration in his expression. Wow. Whatever his Uncle had done, it seemed he was universally hated. Was there some gossip he had missed out on? Perhaps a reason the wolf had been sent to Valta?

His eyes landed on the red toned diplomat, and he trotted towards her. She looked the least miserable and angry, and he decided she might be a good source of information. He settled in beside her and nudged her with a paw. “Psst” He whispered. “Did The winged Uncle kill someone's kid or something?”


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