Friends in high places

Wynter hadn't spotted the utterly unmissable new Warlord in the forest surrounding the Col so she went looking for him inside and eventually found herself in the open market area, her sapphire gaze sweeping over the area and the small clusters of wolves that were at one stall or another. She wasn't really sure what she wanted out of this other than to just get to know Basilisk as more than a cousin she knows of that took their grandfather's position. She was pretty sure she hadn't said anything more than just a passing greeting to him ever, especially with her family living out in the woods rather than in the Col like most of the pack, so surely it would benefit her to make herself known. 

Eventually she spotted Bas talking to another one of their pack members so she hung out near one of the stalls till he was done and once he was free she walked toward the stall he was standing by, hoping to appear nonchalant as she approached him with a little nod. "Hello, Basilisk," she said in greeting, glancing at the goods on the stall before she turned to face him properly as she added, "How has being Warlord been treating you so far?" It had been the better part of a season since the pack meeting where he had announced himself as the new Warlord so hopefully he had time to settle in by now, but she was curious what having that kind of position and responsibility was like.

"Wynter Fatalis"