Domino Effect

Rhazien took a sip, and Basilisk followed suit. He found the drink more bitter than the stuff his healer made, but he swallowed gracefully, and placed his glass back down again. Rhazien launched into his own description of the events that had happened down in Auster. Basilisk did not think highly of rapists, or wolves that would kidnap a child to take a pack. He was not interested in a ‘he said, they said’ situation, he had taken Art’s warning and would eventually form his own opinion of the Syndicate. So long as the pack was aware that The Hallows was not alone, nor easy prey.

When the dark wolf spoke of the raid as a step beyond neutrality, he raised a brow at him. “That would depend entirely on the interactions between our packs.” Words alone would not sway him in any direction. “I look forward to clashing with them” Basilisk said, swiping a bottle of alcohol from a table that was selling it - nothing prepared, nothing that he had to go and fetch. This way, Rhazien could see for himself it wasn’t tampered with, and his appearance had not been anticipated. It was one of the few remaining of Halo’s batch. Ah, Halo, he missed her. He handed it over to Rhazien “A gift for your Sultan.” He explained.


"Basilisk"