Lost in translation

Basilisk’s confusion only grew. Why was Wilder of all wolves looking for clarification of the rules of slavery or perhaps the wolf was eyeing up one of the higher ranks in the Armada. The General rank, for example, would need a good understanding of how the slave dynamic worked. But was Wilder ready for one of the highest ranks in the pack? He was clever, but he didn’t strike Basilisk as much of a fighter.

Nonetheless, Basilisk dutifully gave him what information he could. “Well. The slave rank in the Armada is essentially a learning roll. Any wolf with ambition and initiative can work their way out of it. One of the fastest, but hardest paths to freedom would be to challenge me, or the General when one is appointed, for freedom. The second is to learn a skill. For example, Teegra is learning cooking and healing. If she decides to find her freedom through healing, then ultimately it would be up to Oleander. He would assess her and report to me when he feels she is ready to move up in rank, and if I agree then she will become a Medic.” His eyes were on Wilder, trying to figure out where the other wolf was coming from. “Does this give you the information you're looking for?”


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