Just a little something

Euryale shifted slightly with her movements. Wren bent down, trying to hide herself and her actions before she threw a pile of snow at Basilisk. It barely reached his skull, and it was more or less shoved toward him because what was scooping with paws? Not for wolves, that's for sure! She chuckled with good humour before darting a short distance, tail wagging.

"Play, of course!"

It had nothing to do with Basilisk's age either. She knew it could be seen as such, but she honestly just wanted to fool around for a bit. Wren felt a bit comfortable around him, all things considered. She faced him low, lowering her front body to the earth with her rear up. Her tail swayed like a banner in the wind.

Well he had indeed asked what she wanted to do. She gave her answer clear enough!

"Speech"