It was only a bite, how did it end up like this

Basilisk squinted at the bird. “Yeah, same dude. You shouldn’t sneak up on people like that” he chided. “What's a pallet, anyway?” he asked after a short pause. “That wasn’t flight, that was a jump” he explained, wondering if this bird-thing even knew anything about wolves.

“Alright, alright” Bas said as the bird scrambled over, demanding a ride. He supposed it was easier when you were that short. He started to crouch, but Zeph was already grabbing his coat. Basilisk winced and grunted with each pull of his fur and talon in his skin. This bird was far too enthusiastic.

Any protest he had was lost when Zeph reminded him why they were here. Food. “Onwards! To the feasting!” he agreed, and fell into a long stride as he made his way through the feast hall. “You happen to know where they keep it?”


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