The Sunspire I'm offended that you're so surprised

Coelho luckily had never witnessed the ferocious splendor of a lion, but had she, she would have easily drawn the parallels between a lion and the majestic carriage of the wolf before her. He was quite self assured, and Coelho smiled nervously as he dropped the rabbit and smoothed his wild mane with a paw. 

Her tail never quit its earnest wagging, and she regarded him with a warm smile as she spoke. "Hello! That's a pretty rabbit." Her voice, as bright as her sunny disposition, had no semblance of coveted want or envy in it - just an observation. "I like your neck fur. It's also pretty. I'm Coelho!" Excitedly, she turned once in place, her paws pitterpatting on the ground in an energetic cadence.