Beaver Eight Beaver Nine, STOP it’s Beaver Time

Lazuli lacked a pack or group to belong to, being left behind by the small family she came from. Though that was seasons ago, it was still very recent though her mind managed to hide and mute those memories, and instead fill her conscience with a big and carefree imagination. This helped her not fall into a palpable trauma, something good!

Help! Of course, she would help! The fun was even greater with a buddy and quickly she nodded rapidly, her way to agree to help. "I can certainly help ya, tell me what to do and I shall oblige." She was ready whenever the woman was. "And yes! I want a home!" One of her own, one to end the boring loneliness and perhaps find fun individuals to hang out with!

For now she waited, paying close attention to any further instructions.

"speech"