There was something that was pretty cool about having a best friend. No, really. Like, the most cool. The most cool thing that Hazel could think of... yeah, it was her best friend. Sure, he could be a little annoying sometimes, but that was fine. All boys were annoying sometimes. He was even less annoying than most boys. Shoot, talk about annoying boys, Hazel had to tell him about the weird pale boy that she'd gotten into a fight with. Hazel was still more than a little sore from that run in. Fucker. Anyway, she'd tell Bas all about it later. She'd had an idea brewing in her head for a little while, and Hazel wanted to do something special for him. Make him something or give him something... maybe it was silly. Still, after they'd spent a day wandering around and making flower crowns, she thought it would be nice to make something that wouldn't wilt. Hm. Hazel had sought Halo out to get ideas. For as weird and quiet as she was, at least she had good ideas. The red and pale pup would admit to that. With Halo's help, she'd made him a friendship bracelet. The healer had anchored the scrap leather nice and tight, and Hazel had (somewhat clumsily) woven the strands together. Halo had even helped her dye it a dark red. The end result was a pretty friendship bracelet... the pup was pleased with herself. There was the question of actually presenting the gift too... shoot. In order to do that, Hazel would have to find him. With the bracelet in her grasp, the green eyed girl set out to find her best friend. Where did he even go, ugh. "Speech"

Basilisk was paddling lightly in the cool water, glaring at the waves as the occasional fish dared to swim close enough to nibble at his toes. Of course, any time he retaliated they darted away so quickly that he didn’t get a chance to snap at one. Leaving him with a mouthful of salty water instead. Spitting salt from his tongue, he made his way back to shore, having enjoyed the exercise of swimming (if not the company) and found sand beneath his paws again as he reached shallow water. He raced across the sand, and up the bank into the grassy territory, and found Hazel making her way towards him. When her eyes found him they focused, like he was just the prey she had been looking for. He waited until she got closer, and then gave his coat a very vigorous shaking off. Soaking her with droplets “Ahhhh. Good swim.” He said, sly smile on his maw. "Speech"

Hazel was still more sore from the spat with Ghoul than she cared to admit. Her right shoulder had been torn open and bloodied, and Halo had made her concern clear when she cleaned the wound. The red and pale pup maintained that she was fine, the only damage was to her pride... or so she'd insist. It was still sore, and the angry red scrapes stood out against the part-grey sections of her coat. Yeah, true, more sore than she'd want to even admit to as she walked on, keeping her eyes peeled for Lis. Still, what was a fight without some blood drawn? Hazel had earned the soreness, after all. She'd try to be proud of it for now, even if she was still pissed off.

Ah, sure enough. Lis was running in her direction and-- "Frick, Lis, ack!" Water droplets splayed out in every direction. Hazel reached up to swat at the taller boy with her right paw, but flinched as the movement pulled at the wound. Shit, when would that stop bothering her? When would the skin be knit back together and fixed? She really wasn't a fan of being impaired like this. "And to think, I bring you a present and this is what you do," though Hazel tried to act indignant, she couldn't help but devolve into giggles. It's too hard to even pretend to be mad, at least with her best friend here.

"Speech"

He laughed and ducked out of the way, and then froze when he saw her flinch and stop. Looking at her, really looking at her for the first time today, he frowned. Furrowing his brow in concern. “Hey!” he said, reaching over and grabbing her, holding her still by her left shoulder so he could pair at her left. It looked pretty bad, more than she got in their practice spars, that was for sure. “Who did that to you Haze!?” he damned, taking a deep sniff, which only brought him sneezes as he caught the tincture a healer had used to clean it. He glanced up at her eyes, protective anger in there. Enough that he didn’t even register her words on a present. Someone had hurt his best friend, and that was totally not okay! "Speech"

Lis's tone was sharper than she was really used to, especially coming from him. Though the girl didn't flinch outwardly, it did drive her heartrate up more than she'd care to admit. Still, there was concern as he reached out and touched her, holding the leg still so he could look at the wound. It wasn't as bad as it had been a couple days ago, but it wasn't comfortable. "It's nothing Bas, really." She'd do her best to brush it off, at least in the moment. It was all she could do, at least until she was stronger and could do a better job fighting off pups that were bigger and more experienced.

And then he asked who it was. Hazel waved it off... she hadn't even gotten his name, shit. "Some big, pale loser freak from Habari." The red pup shook her head. "I roughed him up pretty good though, finally got to use these," she opened her mouth to show off her crystal fangs where they'd grown in. They were pretty menacing, after all. She was doing her best to seem as confident as she could. "Don't worry, I'll mess him up even better next time." Hazel would play things off like she wasn't taking the loss as hard as she was.

"Speech"

Basilisk’s hackles were raised as he sniffed her wound. Both looking at the injury, and searching for any sign of who had done it. But he couldn’t get a single trace. Hazel didn’t give him a name, but she did give him a description and a destination. “I have a better idea. How about I go rough them up right now?” He countered.

“That way in the future, people realise if they hurt my best friend, I’m going to be at their door in the morning” and they wouldn’t do it again. Of course, Hazel was learning how to handle their own, and he respected that about her. She would be big and strong and formidable, and they would fight together as a pretty good team.

"Speech"

He sniffed at the wound, leaving Hazel feeling... oddly small, really. She peered up at him, a reckless spark in her eyes at the idea of going back to mess that boy up. They could go together, and this time he could pick on someone his own size. Except he wouldn't be doing any picking, and Bas would be able to get him back for her. Still, she thought for a moment, hip cocking to the side where she stood. "We could rough him up together," ah yes, there's the glimmer. What was a little danger, a little trouble, after all?

She can't help but smile at least a little bit. That's right, they were best friends. Hazel could count on him. She could rely on him. Being with Bas meant that she would be safe, no matter what. That, and she had his back as much as he had hers. Really, there was no better team. "He was mean, he probably doesn't even have any friends." Hazel gave a dramatic flounce of a shrug, her head tossing a bit. They were shaping up to be good fighters, but they could always be better. Together, especially, they'd be unstoppable.

"Speech"

Basilisk’s smile was slow, but once it began it grew, until he was beamer at the other wolf. Oh yes, there was an idea. His agreement was already on his face, he [i] liked [i] fighting at Hazels side. “That sounds like a really good idea, Haze” He agreed. They might well get into trouble for it later, but it would be worth it.

“You're probably right. Certainly no friend like me, right?” he teased, nudging her shoulder lightly. “So you going to tell me his name, and where we can find him?” he asked. He intended to go right now. Before anyone could forbid them otherwise, or Hazel changed her mind. He wouldn’t let anyone mess with his friend. He would be there for her, always.


"Speech"