Out with the old

Basilisk, and whoever else wished to be there, saw the Warlord and Isa off. This was truly it, there was no turning back from this. They bid their farewells, and watched Bear as she pulled the wagon with the last bits of the Warlord and Isa’s belongings along behind them. He watched for perhaps a little longer than was necessary, before he turned to look at those wolves that had come to see the old wolf off.

He knew what he needed to do, he needed to call a meeting and assemble the wolves of the Armada. He needed to make this pack his own, and make changes to the roster. There was a great deal to do, and the only wolf he had to lean on now was Hazel. But there was no one else he would rather have Where had she gotten off to? He scanned the crowd, looking for - and instead, his eyes landed on Kite’s, she was staring him down, and a single word spluttered from her lips in anger. You?


"Basilisk"