Finding what is lost

Basilisk went looking for his little slave in the supply den, and found her there. He followed her scent to the selection of animal skins and found her stacking. “Little Bird.” He said, commanding her attention.

Once she turned to him, he nodded his head. Indicating for her to follow. She must surely be accustomed to him interrupting her now. But the news he had to share was important, and he had no qualms with dragging her away.

“A passing traveller had news on Charlie's whereabouts. I'm going to chase it down.” He explained. He had to, Charlie was his wolf. If there was any chance of finding him out there, Basilisk had to seize it. But there was something else… “Your coming with me, so pack a bag with a few days' supplies.” He wasn't ready to let her out of his sight just yet. He could too easily remember the tiger… who knew what trouble she would get into if he wasn't there to keep an eye on her?