Be cunning, and full of tricks - Munroe.

[munroe]

We've become desolate. It's not enough, it never is.
Living is hard enough without you fucking up.

Refr watches the bunny’s nose twitches and flickering ears intently and realizes that perhaps they had not been as silent as they had presumed. Still, the creature had allowed Shual to approach too close and would have to be extremely quick to outrun the lithe, little fox. But as she made her move, their prey began to scream shrilly and violently thrash about. Shual landed awkwardly and retreated closer to Refr as they both watched it in confused fascination. They had never seen a defense mechanism of this kind with the desert hares. But they wondered if it was actually terribly diseased and their interest in the poor thing evaporated like the desert rain.

They wouldn’t risk themselves over one measly rabbit.

The wild child had startled badly when their hunt had been disrupted by an ugly noise and he worriedly trampled through the brush to check on his little friends. He stepped into view just as the rabbit transformed into a girl who proceeded to attempt to bully Shual and Refr who merely laughed raucously in response to her half-hearted threat. They were predators who knew when their prey was trying to bluff. But the two knew when their hunt was over and Shual sniffed haughtily at the girl.

“We wouldn’t want to eat something that disease-ridden any way!”

Munroe muffles a chuckle at Shual’s biting words and draws closer to the small group. The two fennec foxes yip affectionately in greeting, but continue to eye the weird prey-girl just in case she were to attempt to bully the wild child as well. They were fiercely overprotective of him and wouldn’t tolerate any aggressive actions towards his person.

Munroe’s hazel eyes studied the girl curiously, and for once did not hold immediate hostility for a stranger. Perhaps since she shared her spirit with a prey animal, he did not sense any sneakiness underlying her actions like the strange wind-boy or maliciousness such as the time-traveler. She also was not in any position to pull Ima’s attention away as the winged girl whom Ima also had adopted.

The shapeshifting did not bother him for Ima was magic itself and often times transformed in order to properly guard the borders of their home. But he didn’t understand the choice of a rabbit when compared to the magnificence of a golden dragon that Ima would choose. But Ima was confident and strong, but yet gentle and kind. Perhaps this girl reminded him of Ima somewhat in that she appeared to be gentle as well.

“Who you?”

MUNROE

it's easy to fall apart completely