what's the rock cooking?

Basilisk huffed a laugh over his quick breaths as he spurred forward as much as he could. He was big, but his paws were oversized and he was still a clumsy puppy. Coordination and speed didn’t go easily to him. He felt her teeth touch his tail as she caught up and moved up beside him. Racing from the hot springs to his birth pack - she just didn’t know it yet.

She kept pace with him well as they finished closing the distance across the land and reached the stream. Basilisk didn’t even slow, he bunched up his legs and jumped at the thinner part, knowing from experience where to find it. He landed on two paws, and his head followed shortly after, thunking it lightly on the ground before his feet were back under him. Tail wagging, he finally stopped. Looking back to see how Haze faired with the crossing.


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