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That was a good point, though it sounded like work, getting the netting tight enough not to let any fishys out. Or, maybe they just needed to go looking for big fish, right? Better haul that way, too. As he raced to the beach he couldn’t help but laugh at her disgruntlement. Despite it, she was off like a rocket herself. Shooting through the grass behind him close enough that he could hear the sound of her footfalls.

Probably because of his headstart, but definitely also because of his quick pace, Basilisk hit the beach first. Howling in delight as he tore across the sand, shooting right past the smokehouse as he pulled himself to a sudden stop. Panting, and spraying sand as he heard a sudden thud! behind him.

He whipped around, and saw Hazel on her back, the smokehouse shaking just a touch at the sudden impact. Basilisk wheezed in laughter at the sight of her. Especially when she got up like nothing had happened, and began sniffing around. The laughter died away however when she picked up a piece of icky smelling something. Maybe that strong smell would help, right? ”Good find, lets get everything set up!” he said, and the two of them got to it. He had always found they made a good pair, and liked to seek her out to get things done. It was better than waiting around to see if any of his siblings would give him the time of day…

Once the net was ready, he jumped to his feet, and handed the netting over to Hazel, grabbing the icky bait in his own mouth and tying it to the bottom. “Time to fish!” he said, grabbing the other end of the neat, and dragging it over a rocky outcropping near some cypress trees. It was a little deeper here then most places on the shoreline, and they carefully dropped it in. each holding an end. “Should we… wiggle it… or something?” he wondered.

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