Domino Effect

A call from the market was unexpected, and the titan of a wolf tilted his head for a moment. Listening to the howl that echoed off the stones of the market cave. He stopped what he was doing, and trotted through the Col to see who was calling for him. He entered the market through the Armada side of the tunnel, and nodded his head at the guard posted on duty there. 


It was the guard himself that nodded him towards the specific wolf who had called his attention. As Basilisk approaches, he came to recognise the scent he now associated with the Syndicate. He knew it from the wolf Aresenn that had greeted him. He had since been called to the meeting at the Hallows, and regarded this wolf with curiosity. Had he come to confirm Art's words, or the red wolf's?


Regardless, he trotted into speaking range and took a seat by the other wolf, towering over him. “Greetings, I assume you are the diplomat of the Syndicate?” He said, Aresenn had suggested one would come. “Have you come to declare war on the fallen Ashen Empire, or to speak of neutrality as your Aresenn suggested?” He asked, cutting directly to the point.