i took it all for the chase

Restlessness brought Basilisk out of his den in the wee hours of the night. When the moonlight clung to the stones as the only source of light in the empty Col. Restlessness took him to the heart of the pack, but perhaps it was fate that brought him to the Market. He did not usually walk that path in the night, but something drew him to the faintly lit cavern, and as he entered that space he found his guard on duty asleep at their post.


Instead of waking them with a growl, he stepped quietly into the space where strangers were allowed to roam in daylight hours. His cat claws sheathed, his furred paws made no move as he walked the stone. 


There was the sense that something stirred deeper within, and so he walked. Silently and deadly until his eyes fell on a wolf the tones of moonlight. As of the moon herself had stepped into his territory.


“There will be consequences for that.” He warned her, not as if the idea displeased him