Kintla Flatlands sunkissed

the corner of her mouth ticked upward as she caught the flick of his tail. approval was still approval, no matter how grudging. "average," she said breezily, swiping a paw to adjust the hare’s limp body. "could always be worse. you?"

her tone was light, but her sharp eyes didn’t miss the way his eyes lingered on the hare. she pushed it toward him with the nudge of her paw, a teasing glint in her eye. “hungry?”