With Ease

Basilisk grinned back at her, and decided not to mention that he had been scolded many times in his young life for his lack of manners. Sometimes, it seemed, he managed to get it right. He followed after her through the Willow trees, and quickly caught the scent she was following. He almost tripped in a wallow once or twice - but at least he did so quietly.

As the golden tinged wolf stepped up to him, he ducked his head closer to her, listening to her soft whisper. He gave his head a sharp nod of acknowledgment. “Got it” he whispered, veering off towards the right as he made his way around the pigs, waiting for a sign from Pitch to give the go ahead.


"Speech"