Crayfish are bugs, right?
Zoey!
12-25-2021, 08:12 AM
Hazel had been left intentionally. They didn't come back, walking away with her siblings in toe, because they simply didn't want her. It was a transgression of birth-- the red and pale girl had been abandoned because she was a bastard. A double-sired litter, but a bastard litter none the less. She didn't look like everyone else, and didn't act like them either. Bold, brash, and sometimes too much for her siblings... yeah, it was clear she didn't fit in. Those were the same things that would leave Hazel able to make it on her own. An unchained, wild boldness. Wild wildness. Feral children, ah... raised by wolves? Raised by herself. Something like that.
Still, she was enjoying the sun and enjoying her snack. With an unchained, unbound energy, the girl was able to catch a few of the crayfish and chomp them down happily. Lunch and the spring warmth, there was little that could be done to hold her back from having a good day. Hazel was happy with herself. Her tail wagged loosely at her haunches, splashing and playing as she caught each in turn. She was relaxed, maybe more than she should be for a young girl out on her own. Still, it didn't matter. She was able to enjoy herself, well and truly, on days like this.
A squeaky sort of voice caught Hazel's attention, and her head swung-- oh! A girl, probably her age. Zoey! Okay, rad. She could work with this. Hazel's tail wagged even faster now, front feet tapping in excitement. "I'm Hazel," she grinned, the smile reaching all the way to her eyes. "Yeah, that sounds fun." Exploring alone... hell, Hazel was doing more than just exploring alone, she was doing everything alone. Maybe it was dangerous to tell everyone that, though... and it was embarrassing. Her very presence had been too much for her family, so much so that they'd just left. Should she be embarrassed about that? It felt like she should. "Where do you wanna go?" After all, Hazel could go wherever she wanted. That was the glory of being left to fend for yourself-- have to look on the bright side.
"Speech"
Still, she was enjoying the sun and enjoying her snack. With an unchained, unbound energy, the girl was able to catch a few of the crayfish and chomp them down happily. Lunch and the spring warmth, there was little that could be done to hold her back from having a good day. Hazel was happy with herself. Her tail wagged loosely at her haunches, splashing and playing as she caught each in turn. She was relaxed, maybe more than she should be for a young girl out on her own. Still, it didn't matter. She was able to enjoy herself, well and truly, on days like this.
A squeaky sort of voice caught Hazel's attention, and her head swung-- oh! A girl, probably her age. Zoey! Okay, rad. She could work with this. Hazel's tail wagged even faster now, front feet tapping in excitement. "I'm Hazel," she grinned, the smile reaching all the way to her eyes. "Yeah, that sounds fun." Exploring alone... hell, Hazel was doing more than just exploring alone, she was doing everything alone. Maybe it was dangerous to tell everyone that, though... and it was embarrassing. Her very presence had been too much for her family, so much so that they'd just left. Should she be embarrassed about that? It felt like she should. "Where do you wanna go?" After all, Hazel could go wherever she wanted. That was the glory of being left to fend for yourself-- have to look on the bright side.