Deepwood Weald I just color the truth a bit, that's all.

A fat hare swung from his grip as he walked, held at the nape of the neck. Its legs drew across the tall grass until it transitioned to yellow explosions of broom, and by the time Raimo had forced his way to an open area that was hilly and green again, both the rabbit and his own dark coat were dusted in pollen.

Raimo tossed the plump body and watched it hit the grass, layers of yellow bursting off of it. He looked to the dense network of foliage to briefly survey the area but prowled to where the rabbit had landed, tucking in for a quick meal.

Soon the forest was filled with the scent of copper as he set about cleaning the creature.