Where the Wild things are

Basilisk returned from Avalon with a plan. He made his way to the Col, stopping by the firepit to add a few more bits of wood to the flame. Once he’d built up a decent fire, he stepped back and took his place beside the Obelisk. This was where Sirius had always called his pack meetings, and Basilisk was continuing the tradition.

This time, there would be no Hazel entering the raid beside him. She had always helped to lead beside him, to watch over their wolves. The change felt… almost shocking. He didn’t let it sit, instead he raised his head and called for his wolves. The Armada was raiding again. This time, they were going for Avalon, and it would be a practice raid among friends. They needed to learn to fight with the changes.


"Basilisk"