Something about apples, falling, and trees?

Basilisk snarled as Selene climbed higher up the shelves, further from his reach. He reached up, resting his weight on the wall and swallowing much of the distance between them with his impressive height. Still not enough. He felt around with his back leg until it rested on a shelf, and he used it to leverage himself up. He could feel the shelf bow immediately beneath his weight, and it let out a whining groan. It wouldn’t hold for long.

“And you know what all of them have in common? They asked!” he snarled, reaching a paw up and trying to pinch the back of her neck with his claws. “If you want to play somewhere you aren’t normally allowed, you ask first. Asking gets you far!” his voice was still raised. That shelf beneath his paw was going to break at any second.


"Basilisk"