Feast and be jolly

Basilisk would lead down to the Hallows any wolf that wished to come with him. Leading them in a group to the distant castle territory. The walk was a long one, and his reindeer Orso towed a small cart with any supplies that his pack wished to bring. He’d packed up a little painting kit for Ignita, in case inspiration struck her. This was… this was a chance to put down the things that had been hurting them, to concentrate on something new.

They arrived at the Starlit plains and Basilisk lifted back his head and let out a call to let Artorias know they had come, that they had received the Lord of Cinders invite. “Alright everyone, enjoy yourselves. I’m just a call away if you need me. And don’t get drunk and pick a fight with our host.” He teased, voice light.


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