wipe the blood from the end of your claws

Spider appeared promptly, bringing a broad smile to Hazel's face. The pup was excited to join her, and the General was grateful for that. They would find something good to hunt, something fun. They are kindred spirits, the two of them. A unique knowing, a unique understanding... Hazel remembers exactly how she was with the Warlord, exactly how she was with Halo. She'd force as much time for the child into her busy schedule as she could. It's important. Hell, thinking about herself in the present... she knows just how important it is.

The excitement in the pup's voice is tangible. Hazel smiles. "We might, let's see if we can track one down." She considers for a moment, licking her nose before tipping it skyward to assess the direction of the stiff autumn breeze. "Do you know what direction the wind is blowing, and why that might be important?" She tipped her head, asking the pup gently. Trying to figure out exactly where their lesson would begin. It's more than a simple hunt, but Hazel figured it would be more fun this way.

"Speech"