Basilisk was right behind his grandfather, his three companions at his side as his paws crossed that invisible border, and he took in the scent of the Other pack. Kotori had tutored him once, when he had been very small. It had been a long time since Bas could be called small.
As the ageing Warlords howl rang out, he raised his voice and let it join in. Adding a deeper undertone to the call. Let them come! He relished the challenge. Soon, he would be King, and it was to more than the Armada that he would need to prove himself, but to their alliss too. He knew he had big boots to fill.
"Speech"
As his Consort, Ignita can enter any of his threads without warning
Marauder
Bloodletter
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