the bard's last note

The wolf he had claimed seemed shaken by the sudden and unexpected events that had befallen him. Alas, his audience was indifferent as Basilisk lightly tossed the strap of the bag over one of Orso’s antlers and led the boy away. It wasn’t a long walk to the towering mountains of his home. Ushered between Basilisk and the deer, the golden wolf wouldn't have many chances to escape. Judging by the way his single good eye fixated on the earth as his paws, Basilisk wondered if escaping was beyond him.

He led the small pack up the slope into the pack's training den. Using it as a quick entrance into the Col and towards the heart of his home. He was leading Pluto to his own den. There was a spare room there where they could situate the wolf. With food and blankets to spare.

As they approached the door he let out a warning chuff to Ignita to inform her that he had company, before pushing through. “Keep walking down, take the room on the left” He ordered, turning right himself, towards the room he shared with Ignita.


"Basilisk"