Fox's Glade like lawyers in a murder case

     Embry heard the sylph's light footsteps before he shifted his gaze; chewing the final morsels of his meal with little apparent interest in the approaching visitor. From what he had already gleaned from her light tread and the vague spoor of hostility emanating, she was hardly enough kilograms to account for. 

     When she finally approached, he licked his chops warily and lowered his ears. Sea-green orbs rose robotically from the ravened hare; reticent and somewhat withdrawn. As expected, this was only a girl. She wouldn't give him much trouble if she knew the laws of mass and survival.

      He raised an eyebrow in a small blip of amusement. Her grit was certainly commendable. 

     "Splendid cuisine, this glade has." His tone ambled along, clearly in no haste. He pointedly remained recumbent aside his kill; stature unwavering. I dare you to make me budge.