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Basilisk sighed softly at the quiet acceptance in Oleander. Basilisk loved Halo, and she he never would have thought her the sort to leave… but it had never made sense to him. That taking her kids away from the Armada would help them with their issues with the flood. She’d left a lot of holes in her absence, left other wolves that needed her too. She’d left the pack without a lead healer, and he was frustrated with her about that. Oleander has some of her in her, but he was his own wolf too. His blood may well be why Basilisk trusted him so fast, and so easily. Pushed him to go for that role. But Halo’s choice… No, he didn’t think she was coming back.

“I’ll have a chat with him, he’s just going through a lot right now. But he’s still your dad, and a better dad than most. He’ll fix himself for the sake of his kids.” Basilisk said. That sounded reasonable, right? Mortis was one of the rare few, a far cry from Bas’s own dad. Or Hazel. Even the first Warlord had struggled to put his kids first.


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