Sunset Valley these boots were made for walking

A strange preference, but one that Isabella wouldn't comment on as she lowered her neck, muzzle tilting downwards so she could pick away at the snack before her. She nipped gently, quickly, at the hare, fliting her eyes up to Keshi for a moment to murmur -- Thank you. -- before continuing to eat.

Moments later, the hare was down to its thin bones, and Isabella flicked her tongue out against her lips, brimming with satiation. She pushed the bones into the grass, trying to hide them, as if having them laying out in the open made her seem like a sloppy eater. Thank you for that, she says. erm, again. She chuckled nervously.

Is there anything I can do to repay you?