This didn't go to plan

Basilisk turned his head a little so he could watch the little wolf work on his wounds. He did look comfortable, methodical, doing it. It was a nice change from Iggy's hap-hazard sawing that had left a scar. Karma, perhaps, since she wore a scar from him as well.

“Just the coat retrieval.” He said, bringing that back up as Ollie checked in with him. He rubbed a paw over his head, and acknowledged that he probably wasn’t getting enough sleep lately. Who knew that leading a pack could be considered stressful? “Actually, got any teas squirrelled away in your mothers den to help with sleep?” he asked. He knew his Grandfather had occasionally relied on them from Halo, so perhaps there would be something left from that.


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