Less Work For More Food

Basilisk eyed his teacher cautiously as she examined the finished result. Tugging at it with her teeth, and seemed satisfied. His tail swished some more behind him. He listened as she explained the rest of the trap and what they needed to do next. He eyed her a little wearily when she spoke of dexterity. His paws seemed to get bigger every time he woke up. How was he supposed to adjust to them when they were always changing? But he would do the best he could.

She helped him through every step, and he found himself enjoying the sound of her voice, and the patient way she explained everything. He managed - with some effort - to weave the thinner strips through where she had indicated, and they finished off the trap together. “How do you plan on getting something to walk over it?” he asked curiously


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