Ten seconds from a tantrum

Basilisk had of course been introduced to the beans when they were rolling around in the den. When they had been allowed out of the den for the first time, he’d been on patrol, and keeping an eye to ensure they didn’t go anywhere they shouldn’t. Today, he was off duty when he found the little bean that looked very much like his grandfather. He strolled closer to the wolf. To… his Uncle. He wrinkled his nose at the thought of the tiny little creatures being uncles and aunties to him. Wasn’t his grandfather too old to be making more babies? Perhaps that was why some of these wolves had come out… defective.

As he approached Crux, his eyes glanced over at the afflicted leg, before back into the teal-green eyes of the pup. “Hey.. Crux, right?” He said, going over the names in his head quickly before speaking. There were a lot of them, but he was pretty sure he’d gotten it right. He'd come to a stop before the boy. "Whatcha looking for?"


"Speech"