life is only chasin' death

General. She'd been promoted. Hazel had done it, really done it. She'd done what she set out to do as a kid, and she'd really... she'd really made it. Sirius believed in her, and that meant she should probably believe in herself too. That only made sense. Hazel found herself walking a little taller, standing a little straighter. Not that it would go to her head, but like... she was being watched now. She had to be a role model, she had to set a good example. The girl was certain that she could. That she would.

Hazel was doubling down. If the Warlord wanted to go after the pirates, wanted to hit them hard and fast, then she was going to make sure they were ready. Make sure they were all ready. Determined to get the entire Armada in fighting shape, she was pushing herself, and she was going to drag everyone else up with her... even if she had to do it kicking and screaming. In studying the structure of the pack as a whole, it was within their tier four ranks they would need some work. Hazel had started with Gabriel, yes. But there was more than just him. Malachai was on her list, as was Aris. One of Bas's aunts, it seemed that she'd lagged behind the rest of the Fatalis brood. Hm. Yeah, she'd take that as a jumping off point.

Making her way out to the training rings within the Cove, feeling the summer sun shining down around her shoulders, she took a deep breath. Surveyed her surroundings. Without more fanfare, Hazel tipped her head back and called for Aris.

"Speech"