my heart runs on gasoline vapors

Basilisk grunted at that, doubting the small wolf could do anything he couldn’t do. Of course, an extra set of eyes might be beneficial. In fact… “Do you know anything about kids?” He asked, keeping any… hopefulness out of his tones. He didn’t want Lefty to know that he had no idea what he was doing. But if he could tease some good tips out of her, that would be good. “In fact, while you're here, I want you to ensure Spider is fed and has what they need. Excluding anything Sirius gives you, that will be your primary concern.” There. That was a good use of the slave.

They reached the entrance to the treehouse, and he swung open the door, leading the way to Spider’s room. “Do you know anything about the structure of the pack? Have you been told the rules, or given bedding?” He needed to know where to start.

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