& I'm still scared of losing

Listen, setting up a den was hard work, something that Hazel was learning the hard way. It's not unlike the red and pale girl to rope Basilisk into whatever she's doing, and this was no different. She'd turn this place into a home, or whatever. Maybe she was feeling a little broody, something about being a teenager and all that. Right, a teenager, or something of the sort. Teenagers and their less than smart choices. Maybe it was one of those less than brilliant choices that has Hazel teetering precariously on two buckets, attempting to use some dense tree resin to stick yet another piece of foxfire to the cavern walls. It would act as a sort of guiding light in the dark, at least so no one would smash their muzzle off one wall or another in the low light... especially if that someone was Hazel, who'd already scuffed both her ankles and her nose on at least one occasion. How did it get so dark in the caverns at night, anyway?

Hazel had enlisted Bas as a spotter, because frankly, you rarely saw one without the other. Maybe it should have been the taller boy on the bucket, but Hazel was convinced he wouldn't do it right and would probably make a mess with the pine resin itself. Not that Hazel wasn't sorta making a mess, but at least it was a contained mess, smearing the thick paste off of a piece of bark that she'd found a few days ago. As she attempted to stick another piece of foxfire to the cavern wall, Hazel could feel the bucket beneath her hind leg shift. As it shifted, the yearling overcorrected. Down she went, in the exact opposite direction of her best friend's waiting form. The bucket beneath her hind legs slid out first, and then the one beneath her forelegs went after it. A great, metallic crashing as each pinged off the wall, and the yearling clattered to a heap on the floor. Knowing that Halo was in earshot, and also that Bas would probably worry, she couldn't help but call (loud enough for the healer to hear) "I'm okay!"

But their new head healer asked about the buckets. Hazel's ears went flat for a moment, looking to Bas. "Shit," she whispered to him with a grimace. "I thought we'd have time to put them back." The words were quiet as she reeled, looking for an answer for the healer. "We'll uh, we'll help you look," she was doing her best to think on her feet here, calling back to Halo. They could just uhhh... pretend they found the buckets inside. Yeah, that would work. Maybe. Probably. Hopefully? Hazel finally returned to her feet, shaking the dust from her coat haphazardly.

"Speech"