Lately, Basilisk could feel the most peculiar itching in his bones. It was driving him up the walls, and he found himself stretching his legs and running patrols more often than usual. Attempting to stretch out the feeling. When his Grandfather ordered him to head to Isa’s den and go hunting with the other wolf, he was happy for the distraction. And, since she was a slave, she wouldn’t protest if he ate some of their kill, right?

Adjusting to a change in his height, the Armada heir knocked his head on a few branches before he made his way to the Col and scratched at her den entrance. “Isa?” He called out, his expression automatically flitting into a polite smile as she made her way out - only for it to falter for a moment. Man, she was short wasn’t she? He tilted his head down all the way down to see the wolf. She barely came up to his chest. “Hi, Er, I’m Basilisk. Seer’s Grandson.” He said, still recovering from his surprise. Why was it that lately everyone seemed so short.


"Speech"

True to his word, Sirius had sent his grandson along to take Isa hunting. The boy... yes he was still a boy... came to collect her and when the blue fae moved towards him, a soft chuckle pulled from her. "Oh my, you are a tall one, are you not?" Isa reached out and gave the boys giant paw a gentle, reassuring pat. "Tall and handsome." He really was a good looking wolf and his height made him look quite dashing.

With a pull of her head, Isa motioned for the young man to follow her back outside. She took a deep breath of the cool, crisp air, her thick tail swishing back and forth behind her. "What do you have in mind to hunt, young one?" The older woman looked up to him, kindness sparkling in her glacial gaze.

"Speech!"

Art & Code by Skelle 2023