Balrog stirred, blinking sleep from his eyes as he felt the gentle nudge. His father's voice was soft, almost a secret shared between just them. Without a word, he rose, excitement bubbling beneath his calm exterior and unreadable eyes.The night was still, the air cool and crisp, as he followed Basilisk out of the den. The world outside was different at night, mysterious and full of possibilities. Balrog's eyes glimmered with curiosity, his heart pounding with anticipation to discover the unknown. This was the first time he'd seen the world under the moon's glow, and it felt like a sacred moment, just him and his father against the night.
He glanced up at Basilisk with his golden dipped tail swaying gently, feeling a swell of pride to be chosen for this special night.
