It all came crashing down

Right, story time was over. If there was one thing Basilisk didn’t like, it was revealing weakness. The only thing worse was revelling in it. He shook off her paw and got to his feet. “Rest up, Little Slave.” he told her, closing the book on the closeness that had emerged between them.

“We’ve much to do to get this pack into shape.” and he intended to utilise her the best he could to accomplish that. He grimaced at the thought of the clean up he would have to do in the storeroom. Which he’d been putting off to have their little chat.


"Speech"