Homeward Bound

Basilisk was still feeling weak. He’d barely started to recover from the sickness, and his body was thin and fragile. An unusual look for the Warlord. He was going over maps and plans in his den when a call came for him at the border. His first impression was astonishment that anyone would come calling. Though the pack hadn’t made public their misfortune, the market had been closed.

His second impression was wonder. Was that Charlton’s voice at the border? He could scarcely believe it. The amount of trips he and Ignita had taken out of the pack to hunt error rumours or trails after the boy. He had assumed Charlie was never coming back. He hadn’t known if that meant death or betrayal, but he hadn’t assumed to see him again.

He made his way slowly down the tamp and towards the border. When he arrived, he raised a paw. “Stay back” he warned, “You can’t come too close. Charlie… what happened to you?”


"Basilisk"