wipe the blood from the end of your claws

Well, if she was going to be a mom then she was going to do her damn best to... actually do it. Hazel didn't know what moms did, actually. Halo was the closest thing she'd ever had, and she's... not Halo. Hell no, she's not that gentle, she's not that patient. She couldn't live up to the example that the pale, soft creature had set. As with everything else, it seemed like Hazel was going to have to do this in her own way. Unconventional means of acquiring a kid would probably lead to unconventional ways of parenting them, and... here she was.

"Spider, wanna come hunting with me?" Hazel would... teach them something? Yeah, that seemed like a good place to start. The general trotted to the bottom of the ramp, calling up into the treehouse. Her tail wagged loosely behind her, and she was fairly relaxed. The days were still warm enough, still bright enough for now. Though winter was on the horizon, they still had some autumn left to soak up and enjoy. Where had that little black pup gotten off to, anyway?

"Speech"