Knock Knock

Corbie had a natural talent for interacting with other wolves. Her praise felt natural and honest, and he dipped his head in acknowledgment of it. The market had been his Grandfather's pet project, but he saw no reason to change things now.

“Thank you for the mead, and the company Corbie. I’ll be by soon with a sample of the Armada’s wares” He promised her, giving another short dip of his head, this time to indicate the end of their interaction. So far, he felt that Corbie was an interesting wolf and there was promise for what that might mean for their packs.


"Basilisk Fatalis"