Do the work

A hint of dawn had just started to blush across the sky when Basilisk left the den he shared with Ignita. He stretched in the Col just outside the entrance, debating where to start his morning patrols when a chuffed howl called for his attention.

He recognised the voice as one belonging to the white wolf that had joined him during the great storm a few weeks back. He’d heard a few rumours of the wolf joining hunts, and recovering from an injury that Oleander had dealt with.

He angled his path towards Casimir, and found the white wolf after only a short walk. He nodded his head towards his Apprentice, a hint of a smile on his muzzle. “Hello, Casimir, you called for me?’


"Basilisk Fatalis"