I’m not cut out for this

Basilisk was still recovering from his own injuries after the tussle with the bear, and had been visiting Ollie so the healer could check over his stitches when the call came. Basilisk pulled himself to his paws, the job half done. He glanced over at Ollie, and his lip twitched at the expression on the younger wolf’s face. “If you want to finish the job, why don’t you accompany me to the border? And you can check the stitchers after we figure out this wolf wants?” He suggested to the white wolf.

With Ollie or not, it was clear that he was needed at the border. So he made his way out of the healers den, and trotted to the border closest to the Col. There, a dark and green toned wolf waited for him… looking even worse off than Basilisk himself was. “Hello, and welcome to the Armada. What brings you to my pack?”


"Basilisk"