this is for the lions

He was smiling... that was good, right? Smiling was probably good. Hazel's tail wagged at her haunches, carefully watching the stranger. Mister Rathius, or whatever his name was-- well, close enough. Sometimes, Hazel's memory isn't quite there. Still, her tail wagged. A break in the hot springs sounded good but-- oh, what was that? The pup heard the yip too, and her head tipped to the side. Hazel processed for just a moment before realizing exactly what the source of the sound was. Coyotes. At least she wasn't alone.

Her gaze flickered to the large man before stepping to his side. Three coyotes, shit. Hazel was prepared on her feet, ready to take on anything with as much ferocity as possible. "Yeah, let's get 'em." Her gaze was bright as she looked to the man, and then back out towards the direction of the sound. She was going to help, and she was going to strike out swinging. The girl was tense, claws digging into the ground where she stood. She found purchase in the ground, and was careful to keep her throat covered. Hazel was ready.
"Speech"