Crayfish are bugs, right?

Hazel had learned by now that, in order to exert minimal effort and still get a decent meal, she'd be best off at the river. The crayfish that scuttled along the shallows were awfully tasty. That, and she didn't have the worst luck catching them, being as they weren't the fastest. It was a warm spring day as she found herself on the sandy bank, not far from where her parents had left her. Their words still echoed in her head stay here. She'd stayed... they hadn't returned. Hazel was the only one of the pups to be left behind, wherever they went. It seemed they weren't coming back after all. Whatever, was really her entire approach to the situation. A great big whatever... she had fishing to do.

She could do this on her own, that was fine. The process of catching crayfish was enough to fill up her head, and Hazel was enjoying herself. Pounce, chomp, catch. Pounce, chomp, miss. Could go either way. Still, it didn't take long before she got her first pounce, chomp, catch. "Gottem!" She crowed, laying on her belly in the cool, damp sand to peel away the shell. With careful teeth she picked most of the tough outer layer away before scarfing it down quickly and moving onto the next one. Pounce, chomp, miss. Okay, and the next one... and the next one. Hazel was content to continue until bored or full, whichever came first.

"Speech"