Rattleskin Redoubt is it like a fight club thing?

The worry — what little there was — of having her nose bitten off was put to rest. How could she not trust the stranger after a good spin. Besides, she seemed too dizzy to do much of anything at that moment.

A bit more energy was put into Hazel’s previously pitiful tail wag, and her eyes lit up at the mention of hunting.

Yes! The eagerness in her tone could not be snuffed by a quick clearing of her throat. Another attempt at nonchalant-ing failed. Uh, I mean yeah. That would be, like, great actually.

Hopefully her company would be a hell of a lot better at catching things!