Rattleskin Redoubt is it like a fight club thing?

The hunt gone wrong had caught the attention of some further off pair of eyes. And until this new company came bounding forward with a yip, Hazel took comfort in the thought that her failure had gone unseen.

But nevermind that embarrassing display, she could forget about it. Or convince herself she’d forget eventually at least. A seemingly friendly face would make the process a bit smoother.

Heya, stranger. A lip lick betrayed the attempt at a nonchalant greeting. Nothing a little tail wag couldn’t fix, right? You, um, come here often?