I’m not cut out for this

Basilisk gave a knowing nod at that, he’d come across desperate predators before. A more common occurrence in winter. It was a part of why a pack was so important. He thought of the Polar bear he had faced, and knew he would have been in a great deal of trouble if it hadn’t been for Ollie.

Basilisk glanced at his healer at Wilder’s question, his lips twitching into a small smile. Here was a chance to delay the white wolf fussing over him a little while longer. “Actually, Ollie here would love to give you a tour. We have three territories, though the Col is the most comfortable for denning in. but the choice of where you set up will be yours.”


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