Asking around

Basilisk tried to look as if he knew what he was doing, as he was approached by a tiny wee wolf whose coat reminded him of a winter mountain. He frowned at her chuckle, wondering what about his appearance amused her. He stifled the wave of annoyance, putting all else aside for his mission. He nodded his head politely towards her, doing the game of manners as quickly as he could.  "Nice to meet you, Corbie, I'm Basilisk of the Armada." At least he had indeed gotten the alpha here. If anyone would know, right?


"I'm actually looking for my father, and seeing anyone around here has seen or heard anything from him. He's shorter than I am, with these face slashes and bone spurs like my own" he said, making gestures for height and spurs as he spoke.