A Home....Perhaps (Joining)

Once again, Basilisk Saxe was becoming strong. Not just in body, but in mind too. He was growing content among the wolves here, though remained guarded, unable to be lulled into a false sense of security. His mind was growing steady and calm, no longer blooded by the pure lust for revenge and for blood. Tortuga had changed him, albeit only marginally -- Deteste had taught him control.

Though he often kept to himself, the scent of a stranger was something he would not ignore. The massive brute would weave effortlessly through the redwoods; having been re-familiarized with them, he knew them now as well as the back of his own paw. His nose wrinkled and his ears would swivel on his head as the sound penetrated the heavy forest air, calling to him, begging him to answer. And so he would, loping forward quickly, coming to a halt when the stranger impinged on his vision. She stood tall and bold and he found himself wrinkling his nose as he approached, ducking behind a redwood before appearing on the other side.

"The forest..." he began, his deep vocals as icy as her gaze. "It speaks to you. But why?" He was growing content here among familiar scents, even though he had not met all of the wolves here. Would he let another in so easily? One he did not know?