Doing the work

After a moment's delay, Vesper started up again, casting the occasional curious glance at the woman beside her. She was starting to notice a pattern in the face markings of the wolves here. Was it an Armada thing, or a family thing? She believed Basilisk and Oleander were related, but she wasn’t entirely sure.

“Vesper, My Lady” she gave her name back, tucking this wolf’s name away in case she needed it for the future. Her usual sass was hidden for the moment, though no doubt she would start to forget Bas’s warning and it would peek out again like a sunrise. Trouble was just too deeply intoned into her nature.

"Speech"