looking for trouble

Hazel didn't actually know what she was expecting, when it came to Grimoire. He must have joined the pack while she'd been unwell, and since that point she'd been pretty busy with the pups and the whole trying to become something thing. She was certain she'd seen his face just... they hadn't spoken. Hell, who had she really spoken with, other than Bas and Halo? Maybe this assignment from the Warlord would be good for her, in more ways than one.

"Yeah," shit, she should be more friendly than that. "I'm Hazel, of the Lieutenants." She arranged her expression into something that could at least pass as friendly. Hazel wasn't all that great at this, at least when it came to trying to figure out her packmates that were her own age. Why was this easier with the pups, the yearlings? Shit.

"I was reviewing the ranks to see who needed more training, and I noticed that you haven't declared any sort of interest." She'd cut right to the chase, it would probably be less painful for both of them. "Is there a reason? Can I help?"

"Speech"