Out of the Woods

The next few days that passed were agonising in their slowness. Winter fell in full force over Boreas, and hunting became scarce as game moved South for the colder season. They may well be killing the goats that had been caught over Autumn just to get them through the winter. He had hoped to breed them first, but he wasn’t certain they would manage. When they did raid, his thoughts would be on procuring more food for his pack.

After two days of being bed bound, Basilisk decided enough was enough. When ollie came by to change the dressing on his forehead, Basilisk gave him a few growled wods. “I’m leaving the den today.” weather his healer liked it or not, there was too much to do, and he was too new to leading to remain still any longer


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