The sixth hour

Basilisk started to nod his head and then gave the white wolf a quick glance. “Do you know if she has any ties? Where did she come from?” He asked, finding himself wondering by Ollie's words if he didn't intend this wolf to be a Songbird. He'd expressed interest in gaining one of his own - and Basilisk had told him it would be allowed once he had a higher rank.


He helped put the girl on the bed, prepared to assist in the most basic ways if needed. Ollie explained where he had found the girl, and pointed to another mark. Basilisk took a closer look for himself. He'd gone to a slavers market with his Grandfather before, and again when he had purchased his most recent slave… he recognised the scars. “Looks like a whip mark, I've never seen anyone not a slave bare one before. I wonder if she isn't a runaway…” he mused out loud, through with the mess the bear had made of her back, it was possible he was miss reading it. He wasn't a healer.