shying away from specifics

The Sunset Falls-- the place that she'd fought off the weird, crazed coyote last season. Hazel was stronger now, and in better shape. She'd actually been eating, and eating regularly. The pup was starting to fill out. She'd become more confident, and hell, even being able to sleep better at night was was helping. Hazel would learn and Hazel would grow, and she would eventually come into her own.

With Bear in tow, Hazel made her walk into the world. She was looking for predators and by frick she'd find them. There was only so much training she could do at home, safe within the Armada borders. Still, what coyote would be dumb enough to stick around with a big ol' bear nearby. Hazel asked her to wait just out of view. The red and pale girl was still technically supervised, but she'd be able to find enough trouble to hone her skills alone.

Sun shining, birds singing, and Hazel hunting for something to do. It was one of the best sorts of days.

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