ain't no tiptoe through the tulips here

Hazel continued to shake her bracelets in the hopes that one or both bells would ring and signal they were clean enough...and then it occurred to her, after several seconds of shaking, that the gesture was meaningless. Even if the bracelets were clear the rest of her was not and wouldn't be for the time being. She stopped shaking them and wordlessly slid each messy bracelet onto her still messy wrists. For now that would do.

Wing? Hazel blinked rapidly, unsure of what she was hearing. "Your...wing?" When something - presumably a wing - brushed against her side Hazel's curiosity took over. She wasn't well mannered to begin with but couple that with curiosity and you got a very nosy, very blind wolf feeling you up. Which is exactly what was going to happen unless Mortis stepped away from her.

Hazel lifted a paw and sought to brush it over top of the offered wing. It did feel wing shaped. She ducked under it and started to feel along the underside. Yes, this was a wing. How weird. What sorcery could give a wolf wings? Hazel was mystified and her predicament in the mud was forgotten. Any second now she was liable to fall back into the mire but she was too fascinated by this biological oddity to care. "What magic is this?"