something great to imitate

Bast told him of their visitor in the market. Intrigued, and more than happy to greet an old friend, the Warlord made his way down from First Light Point. When he entered the Market, he found his towering grandson on guard. A giant even to giants, he leaned towards the youth and murmured softly in his blue tipped air. After a moment, Basilisk nodded his towards the crowd, spotting the wolf Seer had described from his heightened vantage point.


The Warlord slipped into the crowd, and made his way towards the nebula-toned wolf who was well marked by The Long Night, and he found her easily. He opened his maw to draw her attention when she turned suddenly. A pointy shoulder colliding with his own. He let out a breath, a little more exaggerated then it needed to be. "Ooof. Hello to you, too." He said, before a smile tipped his lips. "You weren't going to leave without saying hello, were you?"