I Believe This is Yours...

Luckily for Citadel, Basilisk missed the sigh of relief the boy made when Scylla kept the story short and sweet. Skipping over a few details, and emphasised a lack of wrongdoing. His dad pressed a paw gently against his cheek, pushing his head one way and them the other as he looked him over for injury. Clearly finding none, he turned his attention back to the woman who had brought him home.


“I see, thanks for letting me know. I see a lesson in tides and swimming will be in his future.” He glanced at the pup, and then back again. “I'm Basilisk Fatalis, the leader here. If anything for sale catches your eye, let me know. A reward for bringing the boy back safe and sound.” He wasn't familiar with the name of her pack