Who's crazier? The fool or fool that listens...

The glow of the fires entranced him, beckoning him forward like a moth. He scampered through the grass, keeping his eyes on the great big light. Arriving on the outskirts of their light, he found a wolf sitting in its circle. Their tawny coat glowing red and amber in the glow. He was playing with something in his paws, and had horns resting proudly on his brow.

Fearlessly, Basilisk continued forward, intent on making a grand entrance to this Armada wolf. He got a few steps in, and then tripped - rather dramatically- over his paws. Stumbling, trying to righten himself he succeeded only in overcompensating. He collapsed with an ‘oof’ of exhaled air at the feet of the stranger. He propped himself up on his front paws, blowing dirt off his nose with a huff. “Oh, hello” he said, as if nothing had happened.

"Speech"