Firefly Ravine i don’t tolerate defeat

"Hello."

That was all the sylphlike optimist had said, but the grizzled old bitch wasn't having any of it.  She felt a little guilty about the sheepish way the girl ducked her head.  It reminded Sax of her sister Bee, a sweetheart with a penchant of giving things away: her time, her energy, her kills, and eventually, her heart.  "Guard yourself," snapped the crone.  "There're wolves in this world who'll take more'n you care to give them.  You seem to be..."  Piercing amber eyes looked the girl up and down.  "A nice kid," was what she decided on.  "You take this and you eat it.  Don't give it away.  Don't let others take what belongs to you."  She pushed the rabbit toward the girl and harumphed off, muttering to herself.  "You take it from me," she called back over her shoulder.  "You'll live through the winter if you're smart."

Sax, though...well, she'd seen what she'd come to see, and she could afford to be generous.