Quiet on the Northern front

Basilisk grabbed some hot tea and snacks, and trotted up to the First Light Point, where Hazel was on patrol. A fresh blanket of snow had fallen the night before, and the chill still hung heavily in the air. Traversing the trek up without spilling the hot liquid was no easy task, but he managed to succeed. He found Hazel sitting at the watchpost and made his way over without saying a word. He knew something had been bothering her lately, but he trusted her to tell him what it was when she was ready. Was it nightmares about her dad again?

He poured a hot drink for Hazel, spiking it with just a hint of mead. Not enough to affect a wolf on duty, but to add a little warmth to the drink. He pulled the treats out of his bag next, laying it out between them. “All quiet?” He asked, referring to the watch.