Sunset Valley The Wandering She-Wolf

He watches a moment longer, but it's clear that he won't be getting any lunch out of this encounter. With an irritable huff, the male turns away, tail flicking dismissively at the stranger. She'd been perfectly polite, of course, and it was his own manners that needed to be checked, but Revolver never bothered thinking about the facts unless they suited him.

"Have a good day, then," he grumbles, beginning to take his leave. He'd go and find his own rabbit - or someone who could be bullied into giving him a free meal.