Your Fill Of Sinking

Basilisk was patrolling through the sands of Soul Sand Cove when a call rolled out across the Armada territory. He instructed one of his companions to finish the patrol, and fell into an easy ground eating loop. He moved back along the beach and ducked up through the training den and into the Col. from there, he trotted through the Eastern exit of their main territory and into the woods.

He found where the wolf had called to him from the border, and came to a stop before a brilliant red and black form. Her tiny height was not unusual to him, and the behemoth tilted his head down towards her. “Hello, and welcome to the borders of the Armada. I’m Basilisk, the Warlord here.” He introduced himself and his pack, waiting to hear what had brought this wolf here.


"Basilisk Fatalis"