Sunset Valley i make the money, not wash the clothes.

the spoiled little cuss.
colt briggs operated by four principles: heart, body, loyalty, and respect. 
indra was a dead weight in this moment but moreover, she ignored him and continued at whatever blasted shit she was doing.
colt justified his choice in a split second; he took three strides toward her turned back and moved to scruff her, shoving her face roughly into the dirt if successful.
a cold rain broke overhead. colt sought to kick the rabbit's head away. "now i know yew heard me, indra."