Stepping up

Basilisk followed the younger wolf to the forge, eager to see what the other wolf had to offer. He looked at the mace as it was offered, and nodded his head. “I’m starting to see that” he said somewhat dryly. There were always things to be planning for, people to be meeting, alliances to make. Patrols it seemed were only scratching the surface of the job.

He looked at the dagger next, studying its design for a moment. It was clear that Charlie knew how to use the forge, and work the metal. “If you take this position, are you willing to make items that can be used in trade and alliances?” he asked thoughtfully, putting the dagger back down again.

“It’s a rather large change, but I intend to let this pack build and grow, and its wolves to flourish.” Basilisk said, knowing what that had come to mean to him.


"Basilisk"