Crayfish are bugs, right?

Hazel would grow up to be a harder, more bitter creature. Still, that was a long way off. It was a long way off that she would really... really realize the gravity of her situation. Abandoned or orphaned, their stories weren't so different. It was nice to have the companionship of someone much her own age. Hazel could be grateful, and she was comfortable here. There isn't so much methodical about the red and pale girl, instead giving into the chaos energy that lived inside her. It was enough to make her more than a little strange, but Hazel didn't mind that so much. It was hard to mind when you didn't know much better.

Okay yes, let's see! Let's see where they'd adventure to, and it felt great. Everything felt positively fantastic. Hazel was bold, tail wagging at her haunches. She offered a shallow play bow as well, front feet tapping. Oh-- yes, a path. That sounded great. "Catch me if you can!" The pup took off, grinning. They were friends already, Hazel was sure of it. She invited Zoey to chase her, a joy building in her chest. This place was gorgeous, and she was so incredibly excited about being able to explore it.

"Speech"