With Ease

Basilisk wandered through the towering willow trees, their sweeping branches often in the way. The earth beneath his paws was soft from the channels of water that ran between the roots. It smelled like earth and sea salt to his senses.

Yawning, he considered what tracks and scents were around him. Knowing he’d been sent out to hunt, and wasn’t one to come home empty handed. As he sampled the air however, it wasn’t prey that caught his attention. Following the trail of the scent, he found the older woman digging in the soil. Her markings exotic and shiny, light in the shadows of her coat. “Hey, whatcha making?” he asked curiously.

"Speech"