Bearclaw Valley Come out, come out...

She need not wait long. No, not at all. A dark and quite young man arrives, splashed with bits of burnt auburn to match his one intense  hard eye. Oh how awful! For he to be tattered to by ear and lack of eye. She wanted to shake her head and 'tisk tisk' at the pity of it all but refrained so. Surely he knew what all he had lost and there was no use bringing it to light again. 

He questions and she tilts her delicate skull before giving a shake. Not quite yet. She admits. But we should-we shall! She corrects and offers one of her most dashing smiles. I'm Rosina. She starts, I've met quite a few of your ward and with it a possibility of home among you. Would you be so kind as to accept little ol' me? She asks so kindly and with it, lowers her skull so that she could nudge the pregnant little rabbit into his direction, plump and ripe for the picking. A kind gesture, if anything, for her new Lord.