Quiet on the Northern front

Basilisk let out a soft, long sigh. Thinking of his own parents, of Azure who had turned his back on the pack. Of Hanako, who had taken the distraction of the flood as a chance to flee. While their wolves were panicking, and drowning, she had walked away. She didn’t wait to see if her own children made it out alive. Halo was one of the rare ones. One of the good ones. There was no obligation to her love, nothing you had to do to earn it. She simply loved you. He hadn’t had the close relationship with Sirius that Hazel had had, but he wished he’d had a little more guidance from the old man before he had left.

“I know.” He said quietly, and he did. He felt it all, knew the messed up wolves that they had come from. “Hazel…” he let out a soft breath. Emotions weren’t his strong suit. He probably had his messed up parents to thank for that. “You're my best friend. Promise… promise you won’t let your demons chase you away. Emotionally, physically. Anything.” he said softly, looking at his tea.