Knock, Knock Madam Hana-ho

Sirius wasn't far behind her, apparently. His voice echoes through the warrens, something she knows well. Something she knows all too well. It was a labyrinth, if you didn't know what you were doing down here. The Warlord has called her off the assault, and she took a step back. Hazel's expression was sour, between the intrusion and the false start. Still, if he had a game of chase in mind, then a game of chase they'd have.

The intruder ran. Hazel would do what she could to remain hot on his tail, reaching out where she could in an effort to nip at his heels. Though her legs were shorter, she was used to keeping up with wolves far larger than herself. A growl echoing in her chest as she does, eyes narrowed. She'd remain in pursuit as they made their way through the warrens, confident in her knowledge of the caves and how they connected.
"Speech"