goodbye

Hazel was the General now-- holy shit. Holy shit. If her father could see her now... if he could see. It was so strange to think about it, how it had been a year and a half since everything had happened. Since she'd nearly died. Since she'd nearly been abducted. Since she'd killed him. Even stranger to think that it had been three years since she'd walked through the places that they'd walked together, since she'd been to the places where she'd been left behind. In light of recent events, the General was spending more time away from the Armada. Rumors had begun circulating that the Pirates had picked up and moved elsewhere. Azure was still missing. She ventured south, looking for more clarity on both situations.

The Nook itself had been Habari's stomping grounds, at the time. Hazel's mind a bit foggy with the memories of it all, though she could feel the deja vu. It colored her gaze as it rested on the world around her. Fall had come, though it was still early yet. Not too cold, at least this far south. Hazel would admit that she missed it. She missed the warm days that lingered long into autumn. The north was frigid for most of the year. Though it was rare she questioned the Warlord, hazel had never really understood the decision to drag the whole pack up north.

It's as she scans Redbud Nook that her gaze falls on a child. A small, dark thing, alone on their own. Her forehead creased, scenting the air for a moment. Searching, seeking, looking for anyone else nearby. Nothing. Clearing her throat so it doesn't seem like she's sneaking, Hazel steps from the trees. "Are you lost?" She questioned the pup, keeping her distance. Trying not to be scary. She could only remember being on her own like this, and how scary that was.

"Speech"