A joining of minds

Keahi was next to join them, drawing Hazel's gaze as she arrived. The General gave a soft nod, a polite smile. "I ah, you too." The languages, the cultural differences, all of them escaped her. Still, she knows how to be pleasant enough. Now... where was her other half? Bas had been busy, and really, Hazel can't blame him. His dad was missing. His dad, who he loved, was missing. She'd never quite understand that, having cut her teeth on the blood of the covenant rather than the water of the womb, but that was okay. Bas was doing what he needed to, and she respects that... even if she does miss him. Even in his absence, she stayed busy. As he arrived, Hazel returned a fond nudge to his shoulder.

"The predators seem like they've been on edge. It's not like they're stressed over resources or preparations for winter... it's like they're scared of something." A Hazel speaks, it's as if the thoughts are sorting themselves out. Unravelling as she goes over the mental list of things she's noticed lately. It's been more dangerous than the usual race to collect resources for winter. She rests her case, gaze flickering to Keahi and Basilisk in turn, and then back to the Warlord. So she wasn't losing it... had he noticed something too? Something really was... off.

"Speech"