Friends in high places

Basilisk couldn’t help the twitch of amusement at Wynters enthusiasm. Good, he was glad that this job mattered to her. He certainly needed a wolf that had the drive for it. Diplomacy wasn’t his strong point.

“Once you’ve sorted your supplies, check in with Ignita, she was getting the last things together for the bundle.” he explained, knowing the little wolf was filling in for Charlie at the forge and putting in a sample of the pack's work there. It wouldn’t be as good as it would have been if someone who had spent time honing their craft had made it. But Iggy was clever, and willing to try.


"Basilisk Fatalis"