Meals on wheels

It was pre-dawn when Basilisk got quietly to his paws. He didn’t have to look far for Spider. The pup had mysteriously wound up tucked in between them during the night. So small and fragile next to the mountain of a wolf, that he had started to pay more attention to his movements, even in sleep.

He nudged Spider gently, careful not to disturb Hazel who was used to him keeping odd hours every so often for pack duties. As he had adjusted to with her. When Spider opened their eyes, he motioned for them to keep quiet, and ushered them gently out of the sleeping quarters, and down the treehouse stairs. He didn’t speak until they were both at the bottom, and wouldn’t disturb Hazel, or Halo and her kids. He asked, looking down at the tiny creature.

"Speech"