Overture Downs Cassiopeia

"Rabbit?" Esma's raised her voice a little, aware that she tended to mumble and be inaudible when nervous. Which was most of the time, when in the presence of other people. She liked deer better, but rabbit seemed a safe choice as something she would at least be able to catch and not fail miserably.

"Ash Paw is my mother," she replied glad to have been asked something she was confident about. "You?"

Eventually nothing came out of it, because Esma heard her mother calling and had to take off.