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

Basilisk had never been in a proper life and death battle before. He knew the basics of fighting, and he knew how to take damage. He hyper fixated on where his attacks were landing. Digging his claws into lion flesh, and not paying enough attention on where it was aiming its teeth. Luckily, the wolf-like creature that had trespassed was paying far better attention than he was. He felt the other creature on his side brush up against him as he intercepted the muzzle, grabbing the side of it in his jaws and shaking the lion. Basilisk let go, leaning back in shock and surprise - realising just how close he had been to becoming a lion's meal.

He frowned, shaking his head, determined to do better. He watched the lion swipe at the stranger and growled softly under his breath. He ran forward, this time racing under the lion, and digging his elongated fangs along its underbelly, trying to dig in as deep as he was able to.

"Speech"