Cheap eyeballs on the black market

Basilisk inclined his head in agreement at her guess. He knew he was a hard wolf to miss. She went on to talk about her members, and he blinked in surprise at what she had to say. It seemed she was missing some wolves. Namely, Dread. One of the wolves from the last litter Sirius had. A litter that had already caused him some grief. “I haven’t seen Dread since I became Warlord.” He said in apology, knowing that was the wolf she had come here looking for. For the others she must have thrown their names out in some vague chance.

“I hadn’t heard he’d sired a litter. I’ll ensure my wolves keep an eye out for Dread, and if you give some descriptions of the others i’ll have my artist draw up some posters to leave in the market.” They had wolves in and out of here all day, it could help.


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