Call of War

Though she was among the last to arrive, Hazel had a good reason. It was in the last minute preparations that she found Dread’s armor not fitting properly. Fixing it had been quite the headache, especially without Ruga’s careful guidance. Still, they’d gotten there in the end. Dread trotting loosely behind her, Hazel arrived to the meeting.

She plunked down beside Basilisk, ready, willing, waiting. There was something exciting about the upcoming raid. The same excitement that hung heavily in the air before a storm, she could feel it coursing through her system now. Keen and excited, she was more than ready. It was going to be exciting and fantastic. Hazel was ready.