Change rolling in so fast

Change. It was coming, hanging in the air. All of it tastes weird, like the calm before a storm. Fuck. A weird kind of electricity, one Hazel isn't sure she likes. Things have been... weird, in her head, lately. Tumultuous, and the nightmares haven't stopped. To finally settle down for a meal and have another big question laid on the table? She couldn't say she was surprised, but it still makes the tender meat go to ash in her mouth.

Trying to chew, trying to remain rational, trying to think this through. Stiffly at first, but mulling over the question. Moving into Seer's den felt like an invasion of privacy, even though he'd be gone. Being at the heart of the pack would be good, but what of her solitude?

It's not about her anymore. Hazel has to remind herself, it's not about her. "We have the space to spread out. If we designate new guest dens and storage, we can take the whole wing in case... in case we want the extra bedrooms, later." She can't help the words as they slip out, but fuck it. If they're planning for the future, they may as well plan. Still, her gaze remains on her food, trying not to look too nervous about the implication. More pups? In time? That's one way to take dinner time conversation.

"Speech"