The Heartwood Angel With A Shotgun

The mocha and caramel woman had chased the hare, but someone had already been fast enough to catch the prize that she recently had her eye focused on. He seemed to be startled by her presence as the brute was stuttering when he was speaking to her, and the dame couldn't help herself but give a friendly chuckle. He seemed to be the same age as her, as her caramel paws pressed against the dry grass while it crunched underneath the pressure of her paws. Her emerald and blind optic focused in on his emerald orbs as she sat in front of him, wrapping her tail around her bodice while sitting upon her haunches.

"Don't worry about it," Arina spoke, her tone smooth and gentle, showing no anger or force, "It is only a hare, I can catch another one or I can go fishing for I know there is a lake closeby."