For old times

Basilisk left Ignita to it, and made his way back into the heart of the Col. He ran a quick mental check - was there anything else he needed to do before he ran the meeting? If there were any other allegiances to strength, they would take time. There was nothing he could improve with a few more hours, only delay the inevitable.

He ignored the itching in his bandaged leg, and started to head to the Obelisk at a trot when a familiar shape caught his attention. “Levi?” He asked, drawing to a halt as he turned to his brother. He hadn’t spent much time with the other wolf in a while. He felt like so much had changed since he and Levi had last connected. Did he ever think about their lost siblings too?


"Basilisk"