It's time

She tied the bandage around his injured leg. She needed to do the job twice, but he didn’t complain. She placed the items back in the kit, and hooked the bag on Orso’s horns, marking her time as a healer as over. He got to his paws, feeling a little battered but better then he had before. He was almost ready for round two of wrangling in the pack. He couldn’t help but wonder what dramas would come from the meeting he would call.

“To the Armada, it’s time you took your place in the pack” He explained, doing a quick sweep of the cave before heading to the exit. Larimar slithered up Orso’s back, and curled herself around the cervid. Her head and wings situated behind his back.

It was a short walk to the pack from here. He didn’t need to worry about ensuring Ignita had his scent, she had already picked it up off him when she had tended to his wounds. So he took her directly to the Col, and the heart of the pack. He and Hazel hadn’t had a chance to move their den yet, that was a conversation they still needed to have. For now? He would toss the slave into the supply den, she could sleep under the shelves until he had somewhere better for her.

He turned left at the entrance of the Col, and took her into the second cave system. He pushed open the makeshift door, and indicated with his nose. “Food prep area is the first door on the right, second and third are storage. You can stay in one of the storage areas temporarily. The caves to the left lead to a heated water system” He explained, stopping in the large middle room to give her a chance to adjust.


"Basilisk Fatalis"