Go the Distance

“Just tell him you want to join, and what you're good at, or what you want to be good at” Wylan said. He didn’t think it sounded scary, but then his whole life had been the Armada. These wolves weren’t strangers to him, they were family. He did try to look at the other wolf's perspective, but he struggled a little with the concept.

He was getting antsy on his paws with excitement, and definitely would have called Basilisk then and there if Seneca hadn’t pointed out something rather obvious. He blushed crimson “That’s uhh… that’s probably a good idea” he said, grabbing the maps and dashing off with them. He stuffed them back into the place where he had found them, brushing off some meat crumbs as he crammed them in. There, perfect. Leaving the haphazardly jammed maps, he raced back to Seneca and grabbed the other wolf with a paw. “Come on!” he said, letting excitement sweep him away. He dragged the other wolf to the border next to the market, and raised his head to call for Basilisk.


"Wylan Fatalis"