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

Blood and gore started to fall onto the young pup, and he grimaced in distaste, but didn’t flinch or stop his grisely work. One thing about Azure being his father and mentor - he stuck with what he had to do, even if he was uncomfortable or weary about what was going on. He was however rather distracted again. Multitasking wasn’t a skill he had come even close to mastering yet, and it took the creature's words to call his attention to what was going on. He scampered out from under the lion, shaking ichor from his coat as he moved away from where the thrashing lion could reach him.

“Phew!” he said with some relief. “Wow. How did you leap on him like that? I can barely walk straight, let alone pull off a move like that!” a touch of hero worship in his tone as he looked at the spotted canine. “I’m Basilisk, by the way”

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