Say so long

Basilisk heard the call, and realised that Bronze had chosen his time to act. He knew that the warrior had been planning this battle behind the scenes. Picking who he would take with him, and seeking out a target. Picking one that would eventually become a threat to the Armada was a good call.

He followed the sound of the call and saw that Seneca was there as well. Good! The new, young wolf was putting himself out there. He would go far if he continued to apply himself as he was. He gave the orange toned wolf an approving nod, before turning his attention to Bronze. There was satisfaction in his eyes as he looked at the blue and gold wolf, as well. “What are your orders?” He asked, making it immediately and clearly obvious who was in charge of this hunt.

"Basilisk Fatalis"