oh the misery

Basilisk gave her a small hint of a smile, understanding her need to pretend she had any control over her situation. He was tired, and injured, and eager to get back home. But he would play by her rules, if just for a little while. He settled his haunches a little further on the ground, sensing he might be here for some time.

He thought of what he had once said to Ignita, when pressed to find the worth of the Armada. “Wolves are stronger together, and the Armada takes that belief to heart. It’s a fortress for the people we love, a border in which its wolves can grow and learn together.” He explained. It had changed much in the long years that his Grandfather had ruled it, and it was changing again now that it belonged to Basilisk. But he broke it down into its most simple form. It was a place that his family could grow old in, and all the wolves of the Armada were his family. Even if he didn’t always like all of them.


"Basilisk"