There's still something inside her, pent up and aggressive. They'd been told no maims today, and Hazel wasn't about to throw that out the window. Still, there's something in her chest. She needs this. Resolve hanging proudly around her shoulders, something wildly haunting about her voice as she added her own to the cry. Hazel can't help it. Near vibrating with excitement, she's ready.
Sirius and his son-- that made sense. Hazel hangs only a bit behind them, also keeping an eye out for Spider in the crowd. Though this raid was meant to be friendly, accidents happened. Right, this was meant to be fun, challenging. Her head tosses. The red wretch will have fun indeed. Green gaze keen on the rapids before them, it's goddamn beautiful.
Bard
