blight schmlight... right?

The Warlord had every intention of heading immediately to his den to get a proper night's sleep with Ignita. Now that the quarantine was lifted, he could finally share in the moments of pregnancy with her. Instead, a call caught his attention. Summoning him to the border.

The sound of Oleander his lead healer, could not be ignored. Not in the Blight, likely not ever. So he told Ignita he would meet her in the den, with a stern warning not to follow, and trotted to the border. Skirting close to the blight infected woods in order to reach the Red Forest.

He frowned when he saw his healer with another wolf slung over their shoulder. The moment eerily familiar to the moment Oleander had returned with another little wolf. “Whats this?” He asked softly.

"Basilisk"