Coconut Grove I got my head out the sunroof, I'm blastin' our favorite tunes

He left her with a soft hum and a crack of a smile before he set off in search of food. And it had not been long; perhaps twenty minutes passed before he weaved back to her through the cat-tails, a hare dangling from his jaws; tail in a sway up above his hind and blood pearled and dribbling from his chin.
Found 'im in 'is l'il burrow, he snickers, placing the heap of tawny plush just at the tip of Reverie's toes. all for you.
He eases down in a bed of sand an arm's length away, forelegs draped one over the other and flank pressed into the warm earth. All the while, his eyes do not leave her, quietly examining; was she sick? Was she lost?
Or was she a liar?
And if she was, did it really matter all that much?
Where you from, Rev? the personal questions are, decidedly, worth the trouble. His tone is light, ginger, as to not upset her further; eyes crinkled. It don't seem like these parts are all that familiar to you.