the bard's last note

Basilisk took the time to kiss his wife's cheek, and grin at her. It was a wonder he still managed to bring home Songbirds, despite the restrictions on the pack. But this one came with a very strange tale. “It was the strangest thing. I almost missed it in the fog-” but his eyesight was stronger than most wolves, as she well knew. “-but a ship entered the cove and dropped him off. He tried to dash through Armada territories. He claimed this was as far as the bot would take him, but entering our secluded cove is unusual.” He finished, leaning back from his kiss to see what she thought of this odd tale.

Orso entered the den then, the bag still swinging on his horns. Ah, yes, he’d almost forgotten. He pulled it down from the deer's antlers and handed it over to Ignita. “He tried to hide this from me, see if you can figure out anything about him from it, ensure there's nothing in there unsafe and then come join us?” He managed, at the last moment, to make it sound like a request.

He kissed her other cheek, and withdrew, heading into their little supply den first to fetch some food, water, and bedding. He finally made his way to the den on the left where he had instructed their new songbird to go. He found the wolf on his haunches on the floor, looking weary to the bone. He didn’t bring light, forgetting as he sometimes did that not all wolves could see as clearly in the dark. He laid out the bedding to the side and brought the food to the Songbird. “Eat up, you’ll need your strength” he instructed.


"Basilisk"