Why can't we be friends

Wylan was caught in the odd feeling that the Basilisk she knew was vastly different from the one he knew. Sure, Basilisk wasn’t always patient with him, but it seemed a good natured sort of frustration and not a malicious one. Marina seemed to think Bas capable of awful things… and he had brought her, hadn’t he? So he couldn’t really fault her for that belief.

There was good in Basilisk, just like there was good in Marina. Heck, there was good in every wolf Wylan had ever met. Sometimes it just took a little patience to see it. “Then perhaps you’ll enjoy being in a healer den?” he said, but his voice sounded a little uncertain. “No matter what, it has to be your choice, Marina.”

Her talk of bargains surprised him, that there were two things she wanted… he would have thought there would be more than that. But he wasn’t in her shoes. Didn’t she want knowledge, friendship, and the future? He could guess that one was freedom, but he wasn’t sure about the other. “What are the two things you want, Marina?” He asked softly.


"Wylan Fatalis"