Swiftcurrent Creek street fighter

Campaign started at the shuddering of stiff branches and crinkling winter leaves. He whirled to face the sound, but could not immediately suss out who was beneath the bushes. He immediately assumed it was his troublesome sister; if it was one of his brothers, they would have pounced on him already.

I know it's you, Hare, the boy huffed. Stop tryin' to scare me, or I'll tatter your ears.