This didn't go to plan

Oleander was gathering some fresh herbs when a strong scent crossed his nose and made his fur stand on end. The rusty tang of blood, bear and Basilisk wafted toward him from the borders. Had the Warlord gone hunting and things went awry?

Viridian eyes scanned the border as he loped towards it, after grabbing a trauma kit full to the brim. The great black and blue Warlord was hard to miss sitting on the edge of the scent line taking an uncharacteristic breather.

He wondered if Bas even remembered him, the sickly pup in the healers den for the entire first year of it's life. Ollie wouldn't be surprised if some had assumed he actually died.

"Basilisk?" The pale boy called out, healers kit at the ready, "Whatgotchu?" He asked making a wide circle around the titan leader.