Friends in high places

Basilisk finished up giving Ignitis trade orders and turned to find another wolf waiting for him. He nodded his head towards the young blue wolf. He hadn’t spent much time with Wynter, but he recognized her from Mortis’ litter. He’d been getting to know a few of her littermates recently, with Ollie requesting the position of healer. He found himself wondering if that was what the young wolf was here for. If so, he highly approved. He needed more of the young wolves out of the children ranks and training properly in the pack.

“Hello, Wynter. It’s certainly had its challenges.” he said with a wry smile, indicating for her to follow him. He started to move back out into the Col. “What can I do for you?” He asked.


"Basilisk Fatalis"