Impressed yet?

Basilisk glanced up at his father intime to catch the hint of a smile on the older wolf's lips. He ducked his head again so Azure wouldn’t see the radiance in Basilisk's eyes. The way he basked beneath the approval of his dad, like a reptile in the sun. He craved it, needed it. Perhaps that was why the next question was an easy one to ask. “Yes, Sir. I spared with Levi and won” he said, managing - just - to keep the smugness from his tones.

As Bas finished the last cut, his dad stepped in. towering over the young pup as he hooked a claw into the cut and tugged it. Basilisk watched intently, seeing how it came loose from the skin. He paused as Azure gave his next instruction, and furrowed his brow. cut away the adhesions? it wasn’t a word the boy was familiar with, but he wasn’t about to let that phase him. He dug in, guessing as best he could and hoping he was doing it right.


"Speech"