The Unraveling - It Spreads

Pups, yearlings, children take the brunt of the assault, this time around. That, and the tiny, elderly wolf as well-- shit. She has to do something. She has to do anything. Finding it harder and harder to focus through the infernal screeching from the dark woman, Hazel gives a great shake of her head. Trying to clear it. There would be no panic here.

Hazel has already dialed in, focused her attack, when the child with the bleeding ear speaks. She takes a scrambling step back, putting herself between the yearling and the worm. Hackles up, a severe look in her eye. Ready to jump, ready to dive for the child's safety if the need arose. Deeply worrying, but putting herself between danger and the more tenderhearted isn't new to Hazel.

"Speech"