[PQ] Basics of Life

"You have got to be fucking kidding m--" Vervain, of course, was cut off by the attack of the fluffy white rabbit, the huntress's expression falling from one of victory to a mixture of confusion and alarm. The fact that the thing was going for her throat did not help, and she threw her bow to the ground and lifted up an arm to shield her neck. If the bunny wanted to gnaw on her arm it could feel free - it was protected by a leather covering anyway. Meanwhile Vervain dropped low to the ground, slipping the knife she usually skinned her kills with and bringing it up to slash at the creature. If she couldn't take its pelt when it was dead, she'd just have to settle for doing it alive. vervain where the wild things are