actually, i think you're my chaperone

The boy went against his plan but that was okay. He didn't want to put that kind of work in, but who could blame him. He probably wanted to get back to whatever giant puppies do. Grimshaw shrugged then, interested in at least trying the kids idea and happily moved himself to the other end of the herd without being noticed by their prey. It wouldn't be difficult to herd some over towards the area Basilisk had mentioned, but he hoped that the boy was able to bring down at least one. If too many rushed through, then it would be difficult to catch even one boar.

Grimshaw didn't give it much more thought before bolting out from his hiding place, snapping at the heels of the closest pig and sending it screaming through the rest of the group and towards Basilisk. The other boars started to run a second later, Grimshaw close behind and snapping at them as they ran in the direction he intended. As they got closer to the narrow opening where Basilisk waited, Grimshaw slowed his pace to prevent too many from running through, but  unfortunately couldn't see ahead of them to tell if it actually worked.

"Speech."