Verdigris Ravine I met a traveller from an antique land

i am late but here :D

Hazel had come to realize over she was not the best at socializing. At the very least she found seeking the others out to be a hurdle she had yet to completely get over.

Funnily enough she was much better at stumbbling into social situations. Much to her dismay; she was not prepared to conversate when she came across a very much pregnant coyote.

Oh, he-lo Her greeting through a mouthful of mouse. Ga' a lil' bun in th' oven? She hadn't meant to state the obvious—or anything past hello for that matter—but Hazel had a habit of letting words slip out to fill potionally awkward silences. It was rarely a effective solution.