Check up? No. Check down

Basilisk’s eyebrows shot up at that. She wanted to harvest a lamb's ear? He wiggled his tail, and grinned at the white healer. “I could help you take down a lamb!” he volunteered. “What does planting it do?” it seemed like a strange thing to do to him. But what did he know? He wasn’t a healer.

He wiggled and watched, until she eventually placed a paw gently on his head. He got the message and held still, following her with his eyes to an almost comical point, going cross eyed in his efforts. Then he was free! He gave a little jump for joy, and shook out his coat. Sneezing as some of the charcoal found its way into his nose.

“Dad gives me the first pick of the food he brings in. I eat… a.. A lot. But i’m always hungry” he complained with the world=weary tone of a kid who doesn't know how good they have it. Speaking of… “Do you have anything to eat?” did healers keep tasty treats around? Only one way to find out.

“My gums get sore sometimes around the fangs, and my feet get sore, ‘cause I'm always tripping over them” man, she did have a lot of questions, but he did his best to answer them. “I sleep at night, and I'm wide awake early in the mornings. I annoy my mumma sometimes because of it” he explained, exasperation entering his tone again.


"Basilisk Fatalis"