With Ease

Basilisk praised her idea and Pitch gave a little smile accompanied by a nod of thanks. The woman jumped up and out of the hole and began collecting willow branches, snapping off the long tendrils with sharp teeth. Once she had a decently sized pile, she began placing them over the pit, shielding the darkness of the damp earth with the bright, light foliage.

As she worked, the boy questioned her. Pitch stopped and turned her attention fully to the boy. "I would expect nothing less, Basilisk," she spoke in her rich, mellifluous tones. "If we somehow only catch one, I only need enough for tonight's meal. The rest is yours." With the hole dug and covered, the woman shook the excess dirt from her coat. She'd need a bath after this. "Are you ready to catch some pigs? We just need to get behind them, then run the group this way. You have to be on your toes, they're fast, can turn quickly, and will try to scatter. We need to try and keep them all in a bunch."

"Pitch"