It's time

Shortly after the confrontation with Kite, Basilisk made his temporary escape from the pack. Tensions were high right now, and both his pack's main healers had taken off. He wasn’t sure he trusted any of his family right now, but there was one wolf he could bully into patching him up.

He knew he couldn’t be gone long, he needed to call a meeting and establish his control of the pack. But first, he needed the bleeding to stop. Besides, now that Sirius had left, he could bring his Little Slave into pack lands.

It wasn’t a long walk to the caves, but it was long enough when his right back leg, and his stomach had both been slashed. He was larger than his Auntie, but they both shared the mutation of extendible claws. He knew both cuts were deep. He staggered into the den, and growled her name. “Ignita, come here” his deer trotted up behind him, carrying a basic healer's kit on his antlers.

"Basilisk Fatalis"