my heart runs on gasoline vapors

The Warlord's companion, Marshal, had come to fetch him. He had been on patrol at the tooth of the Col, where the territory met devils spout. He tilted his head towards the vulture, and frowned at the message. He knew his grandfather well enough to know the old man had something up his sleeve. He trotted back to his tree house, and waited by the ramp up into its depths. 


He wasn't left waiting long before a blue wolf trotted out from beneath the stretching tree trunks. He saw a glimpse of a white-tipped tail in the distance as its owner turned around and trotted away. Leaving him with his… new slave. What would Hazel think?


"Lefty, I presume? I'm Basilisk. Sirius has put me… in charge of you." He eyed the wolf half his size critically, trying to see in her what had led Sirius to this choice.