Do the work

Basilisk took on a thoughtful expression at the white wolf’s words. He had been considering more and more lately how many of his wolves sat in the Apprentice rank. Their ambition and drive taking them no further in life than this basic starter rank. Here was Casimir, newly arrived, and already itching for more. The Armada needed more like him. Basilisk certainly wasn’t going to stop the momentum the other wolf was starting.

“I’ve heard good things about you around the pack, Casimir.” He said truthfully. “I am glad to give you the rank of Warrior. Your ambition will serve you well in the Armada, and I hope to see you continuing to rise.”


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