I'm not an adult yet! ...am I?

As Basilisk felt them moving around and laughing, he started to feel like maybe he was doing okay. Some of the stress started to fall away beneath the sound of a child's laughter. Huh, and what was this feeling inside of his chest? It was a little like trepidation in a cocktail of something that felt a little like pride and affection. Or maybe he just needed to pass gas.

“Oh, yeah? I’m one of the best hunters in the pack” He boosted. Mostly because his grandfather had insisted he learn to replenish what he was using. He went through multiple growth spurts as a kid and spent at least a solid year feeling like he was about to starve. Despite cramming food in his mouth every spare minute.

“I don’t actually know any of those games… but why don’t you show me?” He suggested, feeling a little at a loss at all the strange names. If frog stomping was exactly what it sounded like, they were going to have some trouble. They were scarce to nonexistent in the Armada during Autumn and winter.

"Speech"