Less Work For More Food

Basilisk followed dutifully after Fern. surprised and pleased to learn that she had requested him. The Warlord had been pleased to inform him, assuming it meant the boy had shown himself well in their first hunt together. There was an almost lightness to his step - impressive for his size.

When she had him sit across from her, he did so without a word. Settling himself on the grass, and watching the smaller, but more knowledgeable silver wolf. When she explained what they were up to for the day, his tail began to swish behind him. Excited. He’d never made a snare before, and he was eager to learn. At her question, he shook his head. “I’ve made a fishing net before, however. Is it a similar concept?” he asked.

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