Herbalists' Cache [m] grumble

reyna stands excitedly, the scent of fresh blood already flaring her senses. as she approaches what she — wrongfully — predicts to be hers.

oh, i knew you could catch it, nivis~ her voice is melodic, playful. her head stands high and each step as graceful as innocent deer, reyna then could not understand why her beloved growled at her. 
she reaches for the rabbit, nipping at it without a moment's hesitation.