Always running

Basilisk raced towards the den, knowing vaguely where it was. He found it nestled in the grass and stuck his head inside. “Briar, Briar?” he called, and instead found the winged wolf nestled inside, his head shooting up in surprise at the sudden appearance of the boy. Basilisk only grinned at him, repeating his question “Briar?” he asked, and Mortis chuckled, extending a paw to another entrance. “She’s in there” he explained, and Basilisk took that as permission.

Shooting through the opening and into the cosy den on the other side. The scent of Briar and another woman prominent in this part. “Briar?” he said, seeing his Auntie. “Grandpa said I had too much energy, and I should go play with you” He said, words spilling out with no filter. Making it clear as day to anyone not the pup that the Warlord had gently shooed the pup away and made him someone else's problem. “Do you wanna play?”


"Speech"