actually, i think you're my chaperone

Basilisk was anxious to get the kill done, so he would know if he would succeed in the hunt or not. Patience was still a virtue he was learning. He tried not to shift too much as Grimshaw got into position. Moving himself to the other side of their prey. Then, at last, he hard the sound of snapping jaws as Grimshaw leaped forward. Chasing and herding the pigs.

There was one distinctly in the lead. Whether from design or coincidence, Basilisk used it. He leaped from behind his rock covering and grabbed at the pig. All but hurling his impressive weight over it as he found its neck and bite down. It squealed and kicked in his grasp, and the other pigs bulked in surprise. But Grimshaw was there, a threat from the other side. They tried to stream around Basilisk as he finished the kill, and as the last pig tried to slip by him, Basilisk threw down the corpse and lunged at this one. Bringing it down in a similar manner.


"Speech"