Chasing Bambi

Basilisk was trying to get back into the swing of things within the Armada. It felt strange to be returning after an absence. Going to Ashen had been his first real venture outside of the pack. The first one to last longer than a week or so, anyway. His room didn’t need any airing out, Hazel had kept on top of things in his absence, it seemed.

There was the matter of his chores within the pack to attend to. At his fathers request, the Heir made his way to the Armada woods, and let out a cool. His strong voice sounded more commanding these days as he requested wolves come for a hunt. Summer was a good time to build up the packs stores.

"Speech"