Check up? No. Check down

Basilisk propped his paws under him, and shook his head with a very vigorous gesture. Soft dirt flying in every direction as he looked up, a little dazed. A wolf was calling out, talking to him. He blinked, and focused on the wolf. She was little compared to the wolves here, but still bigger than the very young child.

He grinned, bouncing back to his paws with the invincibility of youth. “Oh hi, hello’ he said looking at the wolf before him. White wolf - garden. This had to be her, right? “Are you Halo? My grandpapa sent me out here to find you. He said he wanted you to… uhh…” what was the wording again? Did it really matter? “Check if my bones were big? I think?” he shrugged and grinned, unfazed by it all. “Are you really growing a garden?” he asked, easily distracted. He saved his hyper-focus for making his dad proud.

"Speech"