You point and shoot, how hard can it be?

“Err… yes, on both accounts” basilisk agreed, squinting at his new bird companion, and wondering what mischief he was planning. He twitched his nose, as though half expecting to find it kicked. “Let's stand up, and practise some poses. Tucking in some, er… feathers, and other soft bits” he said, nodding his head to Lia in silent thanks for reminding him to adapt his lesson for Zeph, too.

“As you do that, as well as thinking what soft things you have, think what soft things other people have too. Think about attacks you can go for. Like, er.. The nose. You know, Zeph. I don’t think you could reach a wolf's nose that easily. What other parts do you think you could go for?” he said a little apologetically. Wolves didn’t come in cat-height after all.

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