Sawtooth Spire As easy as rolling off a log

Her sire's arrival did not put Quell off her game. The play concluded with the smaller of the two rabbits kicking the larger's ass, which she conveyed by tossing the bigger of the two carcasses toward the approaching Eisen. She offered a grin and a bow, straightening just in time to catch the nudge to the chin. The youth's eyes twinkled and she bumped her snout beneath his in turn before stepping back and motioning to the rabbit she'd tossed.

"I'm pretty sure they both lost..." Q replied to his comment, pausing for effect before delivering the punchline: "...their lives." She snickered. She did hope this demonstration of her skills pleased her dad, who doubled as her leader, though mostly she just wanted to share a meal with him. "I was hoping we could eat these with a side of ketchup," the teenager said, stealing his role with a good old dad joke.

Taking a seat beside the smaller hare, Q began to rip it apart with gusto. She began by peeling the skin back from the muscle, the flesh and fur stretching like melted cheese between her mouth and the carcass until she tugged it free with a snap. She spat it to the side and began to help herself to the exposed meat, saying between bites, "So how come I'm a Mayfair and not an Assborn?"