we are not our failures, we are love

She is more confident, this time. Hazel has done her best to learn to carry herself, clumsy as it may be. There was a flame inside her, a fire that couldn't be dampened or put out. With Bas gone, it was hard for her to find something to do with herself. Pick up extra patrols, sure. She'd done that. Try to round the pups up for training-- herding cats may come with more success, but she'd fill in the gaps and run lessons when she could. Honestly, Hazel was pretty good with the pups. They were surprisingly fun to work with... hell, Hazel was even surprising herself.


Maybe it was time. Maybe it was time for her to try again... right? That sounded good and reasonable. At least it was something to do, something to keep her busy while Bas was away. Hazel would keep pushing towards her goals, relentless as ever. Hazel made her way into the Warlord's den, seeking him out actively. "Sirius?" Confidence, this time. She would do it with confidence.

"Speech"