Homeward Bound

Basilisk turned slightly at the sound of steps. Catching sight of white and gold, he relaxed again. His attention returning to Charleton. He had dragged Ignita on most of his hunts for Charlie, what would she think of his sudden return? Charlatan was speaking again, pointing out the effects of the collapse. He nodded, wondering if that was exactly what had scattered the scent. They’d never know for sure.

“That’s… a good idea. You’d have more freedom and health to wander the lands near the Armada.” he agreed. They were struggling to keep everyone fed, but he didn’t say that outloud. “It might be best if you took up home in one of the caves on the beach for now. Try to keep yourself secluded as much as you can. The rest of us were eating tainted meat long before we realised it.”


"Basilisk"