I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E

Basilisk dug his claws in deeper, lowering his body into a crouch and growling menacingly at the lion - and oh boy, as it got closer, Bas could see that it was big. The boy didn’t know when to give up, however. With his hackles raised, he watched the lion approach. The big cat was smug, lips parted with an expression like a smile on its maw. No doubt it was savouring the thought of an easy meal.

Bas’s eyes however got bigger - and not just because of the lion stomping through the stream. The streamlined streak of yellow that shot out behind the lion had his attention - as it leaped from land to the back of the lion and the other side. Placing this new threat before Bas in record time.

The creature, wolf-like in shape, didn’t turn to the pup, however. Instead, it focused on the lion. Almost as if placing itself between him and the dangerous lion. The young boy squinted confused at this turn of events. He didn’t raise himself from his crouch, but he did jump a little as the creature - guy? Spoke to him. The large-eared wolf like creature faced off with the lion. The cat waved a paw and big-ears attacked the toe.

It seemed like the battle had begun. Not one to miss out, Bas shot forward, heading around the back while the stranger kept it occupied at the front. He leaped, and sunk his teeth into its hind leg, his cat-like claws already outstretched. Digging in. He snarled and growled as his claws sank in.


"Speech"