oh the misery

Basilisk held her gaze instead of turning to look at the coat he already knew that sat heavily on his shoulders. So she wished to learn how to be a fighter? A fighter was always welcome in the Armada. If she had ambitions to take down a polar bear, then she would have much to learn. “I can.” He agreed steadily. “It won’t be easy, but if you're willing to learn, I will teach you.” He got to his paws. He had given her the illusion of choice, and she had made the obvious one. It was time for them to move on.

”My pack lies to the South of here, and it isn’t far. Can you walk?” he asked her, stepping closer to the small girl. He hadn’t seen her try to walk on that injured leg yet. He came close enough to pick up the scrawny scrap of rabbit she had tossed a little closer to him earlier on.


"Basilisk"