Arrow Lake when she and i did meet, she was bathing in the creek

"i do not appreciate being fed baseless accusations that you took no time of your own to verify," the basilisk hovered, scowling. "the next time you hear gossip, i expect you to investigate, thorn. it is your right as viventem, and your duty, so it is high time you start acting like it." he nipped at the ox-wolf's dark shoulder, rough and fond all at once. "i need wolves i can trust to handle things as i would, not messengers, my brother.  i intend for you to have your own territory when the time comes for diaspora to expand, but i will not give you such a position if you cannot manage these things on your own."

he gave the shadow-bred thorn one last long side-eye, and then he nodded towards the vale. "we shall see about those bears," he commanded, leading them forward swiftly. "you will see to the other thing when we return." and that was that.