we're all monsters

It seemed the both of them were stuck on an odd point of recognition that went no further, he scratched his chin with a paw as he tried to shake something loose. No, nothing. Perhaps they’d spared at one time or another. There had been a period where he was sparring strangers every other day. “Well, it’s nice to meet you… again? Widow. I’m Basilisk Fatalis of the Armada.” he introduced himself.

His wife appeared then, her tiny form bustling into view. He raised a brow at her, did she miss him in the five minutes he’d been gone? Her words confused him. “Him?” he started to ask, and then realised she meant Citadel. “I left him back at the Hallows. Don’t tell me he slipped out again” he growled. That boy was going to be in a world of trouble.

"Basilisk"