Do you see what's happening?

When the bird came to fetch him, he looked up at it in some surprise. Wilder had been in the pack long enough by now for him to recognise that the small colourful bird belonged to the apprentice. Was there an issue with the slave, had she escaped? Regardless of the reason, his wolf had called for him. He trotted down to the woods, and found the two of them backing out of woodland territory, a spooked expression on both of their faces.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, coming to a stop before Wilder. It was to his apprentice that the question was directed. Something had happened, and he needed to know what.


"Basilisk"