Just the little things

If you asked Hazel, she wouldn't have been able to tell you where those words came from, either. It was simply... natural. Just as natural as eating rabbits. Just as natural as pestering Lis. Just as natural as napping beside Bear, using her great, soft haunch as a pillow. As natural as night became day, and day became night. Hazel belonged here, and this was her family. Hazel Fatalis. A name that she would wear with pride, now and for as long as she could imagine being. As Sirius fastened the bracelet with one of his agile claws, she couldn't help but smile.

Before tearing out the door and into the light of day, she stretched up as tall as she could with her red and pale muzzle. An affectionate lick to the side of the Warlord's face, and she was off in Bas's direction. Around her wrist, she could feel the weight of the bracelet, and the comfort that it brought. Like another piece of her puzzle was clicking into place, so too, Hazel was finding her place in this existence. Coming of age stories are always tough, but maybe... maybe things would be okay, at least for a while. Hell, it was the first time in Hazel's life that it felt like she had a future. Anyone looking in from the outside might even be surprised she'd made it this far.

Hazel's paws reached the sand, and she's comforted by the way that it gives beneath her feet. "Lis?" She called out, her head quirking to one side, then the other. As a stiff breeze kicked up, the girl paused to scent it, looking for just where Bas had gotten off to.

"Speech"