Hellooooo

The Insomnia Alpha was an odd wolf, but she seemed to mean well. She was pushing out to meet the wolves around her, it seemed. Something Basilisk himself should have done a long time ago. It was easy to get caught up in his own world, his own pack. There was always so much going on at home, that it was hard to find the time to think of what was going on outside his borders. A mistake, he knew.

“I’ve done much the same.” He admitted when Medusa spoke of not meeting the packs since she had been Alpha. So he wasn’t the only one lapsing. “We were founded by Sirius who was a solid supporter of Ashen, but we’ve moved away from our roots since then. Including the move here, to the Col. We have an open market as well, which you and your wolves are welcome to attend for trade.” She had spared a few of his wolves, had she? That was one thing that hadn’t changed. The Armada still valued strength. “What can you tell me about Insomnia? What are you looking for to mark ally or neutral packs?”


"Basilisk Fatalis"