flexible so elastic

Basilisk was padding along the beach, his paws touching the tide every time it lapped across the sand. He enjoyed the cool water on his paws, and wondered if he might find something interesting between the cypress trees. Perhaps some crabs that he could play with. At least until he got hungry…

His eyes caught sight of a wolf he had scented but never really seen before on the beach. He was doing something weird and interesting near some driftwood. Pulling something out… was it food? Basilisk wiggled his nose and then turned his path, trotting towards the Armada wolf. He didn’t know the man, but he was Armada, that made him family, right? He had like, a hundred Aunties and Uncles about the place. “Whatcha doing?” he asked, sidling up beside the other wolf, and raising his little nose in the air, sniffing extensively at the funny salty stuff.

WC: 152
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