I Can't Takin Anymore!

Basilisk smiles at her and Fern returns it brightly, watching the way he surveys the land. When he relays his plan, she looks over to the spot he picks out and gives an affirming nod as she says, “Good choice Basilisk. Now, let’s get some food.” She flashes him a brighter smile as he leaves, her attention quickly shifting back to grazing takin. It doesn’t take long until she is in place and she spies some of the huge pup’s fluff peeking out from his hiding spot.

Eyes move back to the prey and she knows, it is time to run. Heart pounds with excitement as kicks it off, the noise of the hooved animals running matching the rhythm of her heart. The gray girl works to quickly spilt a few off from the larger herd. In the end, three takins are herded toward Basilisk’s ambush spot, two adults and one youth. She drives them toward the gap and the waiting, hidden death.


"Fern Lark" |  "Puff"