Juggling knives

Basilisk had asked Wylan to put on a training session, and the youth was happy to oblige. He knew he hadn’t been doing quite enough for the pack lately as one of its heirs. He’d gotten a little too caught up in his own drama… so he was happy to be given a task. He made his way to the training cavern in the Col, climbing up the slope and stopping by the door.

He raised his head, and howled into the open air across the mountain, letting his song sing out for a moment before he turned and slipped inside. Waiting for Basilisk’s children to join him.


"Wylan Fatalis"