We need to talk

Basilisk had Spider on his side, and that knowledge fueled him. It changed something inside of him when he saw the full extent of his kids' loyalty. He sighed softly, all the emotions were difficult to navigate. But he’d try to do better, for Spider. “I’m not comfortable sleeping in my den at the moment, so I’m not just down the hall anymore. But we should do something, at the same time every day. Breakfast or dinner, whatever's easier for you. Something to catch up over.” He suggested, looking to the younger wolf to see what they would think of the idea. They were almost a year old now. Winter wasn’t far away, and it wasn’t going to be an easy one to navigate without Hazel.

"Basilisk Fatalis"