congrats, you're a dad now

Basilisk was spending a great deal of time outside of pack lands these days. The search for his dad was long and tedious, and took him far afield. He made sure he came back home between stops, however. It wouldn’t do to let Hazel think the tree house was only hers, after all. She might throw out his pillows, (which were well used, but still fine, thank you) or find his hidden pile of snacks. He ensured she had a decent schedule of his trips, and knew when she could find him.

He was foot-sore from his latest trip, and was taking a snooze in the den when she called out to him. He raised an ear and tilted his head. Someone to meet? How strange. Intrigued, and unable to help the small tide of hope, he wiggled out of his bedding and trotted down the treehouse. For a moment, his eyes met Hazel, and kept going. Wondering who she was… oh, there. Down. down, down, down, his eyes turned, and found the little pup at Hazel’s feet. they were short enough that the unnaturally sized behemoth could probably squish them between his toes by accident, if he didn’t look where he was stepping. He blinked a couple times in surprise. Was this a new wolf? Was this one of Halo’s, and he’d missed it in the introductions because of their size? He didn’t think so. The scent of Armada was too fresh. “Oh, hello?” He said, rubbing sleep from his eyes, and shooting Hazel a confused look. Since when did she introduce him to pups? Let alone one that probably wouldn’t be a third of his size once it was all grown up.


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