Lazy bones

Basilisk wasn’t there to play babysitter to a slave. She would learn the rules, or she would suffer. So far, she had shown him that she could be a quick learner, and he was hopeful that she would turn out to be something of an asset. He just needed to push and stress the mould until she formed in the image he needed. Luckily, he didn’t see her little act of insolence behind his back.

He led her down to the beach, taking her through another cave system that opened out into the sandy territory. As he made his way towards the little smokehouse, Orso trotted up to him. On the deer's back was a bright eyed possum. Chosen for its nimble hands, and crafty mind. He trusted it to do as he was told, and that was to spy on Ignita. b] “Right”[/b] He said, stopping at the smokehouse, Orso stopping beside him. He indicated with his nose towards the reindeers back. “This is yours, she’s to help you with any logistics you need to work on for the pack.”

"Basilisk"