down with the sickness

Basilisk scurried through the grass, chasing the light of a firefly as it led him through the Armada. The soft glow was spellbinding, and he found his blue gaze drawn to it. It got ahead every now and then, mostly when he was too busy tripping over his own paws. Eventually however, it led him on a merry chase, and then zipped upwards, vanishing somewhere into the dark sky.

Bas sighed softly, looking after the departing creature, before shaking his head, as if to clear it. He looked about himself, and realised he had no idea where he was. He was pretty big for a pup, but he still couldn’t look over the tops of the grass. Guess he just had to bumble about some more and hope he found something familiar…

He continued forward, the scent of blood catching his nose moments before he tripped over an unfamiliar form. With a yip of surprise, his head crashed into plush fur.

"Speech"