It's About the Girl Next Door

Calls for him at the border were slowly becoming part of his routine. He lifted his head, pausing in his task to listen to the caller. The deep tones of a stranger singing for his presence. He shook his coat, dismissing his battle ready defences. “Work on your form, I’ll be back in a bit.” He ordered his slave, before trotting into the forest and heading for the border that marked the edge of Mile High woods.

The red toned wolf he found there wasn’t entirely a stranger. There was something strangely familiar about this wolf. Both his coat and his scent, if not his voice. Basilisk couldn’t quite put a paw on what it was.

He dipped his head to the smaller wolf, noting how the yellow eyed creature was almost half his size. A fact of life he had long gotten accustomed to. “I am Basilisk, the new Warlord here. You called?” He asked


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