Friends in high places

Basilisk said his piece, and gave her the space to decide on her own. If this was the future she wanted, then it was her right to decide how to reach it. When she did reply, it was careful and insightful. He inclined his head at her. “A little of both, in that case. I support it.” he agreed, and considered another thought. He tossed another log of wood into the fire, and considered the plan in making.

“A small, and easy taste of the job. Avalon and the Armada are in the middle of negotiating trade. They’ve sent us a bundle of samples, and I’ve been getting Ignita to prepare a bundle in return. Their alpha, Corbie, is a reasonable wolf. A good trial run for someone learning the ropes if you wish to take our bundle to her.” He suggested to the young Diplomat.

"Basilisk Fatalis"