[ A noise. Max snarls, jaws pressed together and teeth bared as she turns her hazy gaze in Basil's direction. It's important that she close her mouth. She had to close her mouth, because the noise is—
Even in this state, she won't hurt Basil. Even though she lumbers forward, though her unfocused eyes glaring at him, she will not hurt him. A low grunt of resistance reverberates in her chest. She doesn't feel like she's done hunting. She can't just stop hunting.
The living but injured boy reaches out his unburned arm, unburdened with blisters and sizzling flesh, toward his living friend. He tries to incoherently call out for help, and the other boy begins to back away.
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Even in this state, she won't hurt Basil. Even though she lumbers forward, though her unfocused eyes glaring at him, she will not hurt him. A low grunt of resistance reverberates in her chest. She doesn't feel like she's done hunting. She can't just stop hunting.
The living but injured boy reaches out his unburned arm, unburdened with blisters and sizzling flesh, toward his living friend. He tries to incoherently call out for help, and the other boy begins to back away.
That brings back Max's attention, and she roars.
If Basil does something, he has to do it now. ]