Bramblepoint young, wild american lookin' to be somethin'

Ivy didn't bother to pause mid-munch when she heard the obvious sounds of pawfalls in the surrounding forest.  Anyone who meant to take her out on this dimly-lit night wouldn't have made themselves so blatantly known, which meant whoever was out there felt the need to be stealthy.  For what reason she couldn't possibly imagine.  She was eating an apple, for Christ's sake, not inhaling a big, fat moose all by herself!

Don't be rude, she chided loudly to the brisk night air.  If her would-be ninja stalker felt the need to stick around after watching her do something so mundane, the least they could do was make a proper appearance.  I'll even share, Ivy offered with a sarcastic flourish, smirking before taking another bite from her partially-frozen fruit.