in the Market for a friend

Basilisk looked from one yearling to the other. He hadn’t ever been that young, right? Foolish pups. He shook his head at them, maintaining his scowl. “You took your bird, who’s only words are ‘thief’ and ‘stupid’ into the market of a pack made for war. That’s what your telling me?” He asked Beru. He flicked his ear at Kyanite as she tried to defend her friend.

“Kyanite is one of the youngest daughters of our Warlord, she’s half blind and her mother passed away only a few seasons ago. If you’ve come to make mischief, you’re going to have a very, very bad time.” His voice slipped into a low growl as he spoke, his eyes only for the strange male. On the inside, he was grinning. If only his dad could see him now. See? He took his duties seriously.


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