Fat with a PH

Hazel had been so wrapped up in the surgically precise work that she didn't notice her father's approach, not until he spoke. Though her tail wagged, her focus remained trained on the task at hand. "We're making soap!" Well, they were working on making soap, but they were making soap. Seer (sir) said something about the cold, but the girl was stubborn. Even if she was cold, she didn't need a coat. Nope, not her. Well, until her teeth were chattering and she was sitting curled up with Zee, or huddled against Seer, or using one of Mort's wings as a blanket, or tucked tidily under one of Bear's paws, or cuddled up against Bas when they were pretty sure no one was looking... yeah okay maybe she sometimes needed a coat, but she's stubborn.

"Do you ever use your claws like a knife?" Her earlier thought springing back, eyes glimmering excitedly. Her teeth were pretty knife-like at this point, and she was excited to find new ways to use them. Hazel helped the healer lift the pot of fat over to the fire, situating it among the coals. Her attention was closer than it had been in the first lesson, and only a bit of the reason was the fact that the Warlord happened to be watching them. "How long does it need to sit on the fire for?" The question was for Halo, peering curiously down into the fire, and watching as she carefully replaced the stick. Right, and something about respecting the fire. As much as it made sense, well... Hazel was a yearling, after all. She was bound to make some dumb choices when no one was looking.

"Would it smell better or worse than fish soap?" Hazel couldn't help but giggle, pleased with herself and the joke she'd made. Silly boys, thinking that they could make soap that smelled like fish. Psh, boys were the worst. As Halo offered her praise, though, the red and pale girl straightened up a bit where she sat. Her green eyes sparked and glimmered, and really, the girl had a way of coming to life. Being recognized, being able to help... it was good. She felt good here, at home, with her family. "Do you think we'll have enough left over to trade at the market?" So many questions, so many thoughts, and all of them were (for once), good.

"Speech"