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The long grass flitted around her ears as she lay quietly in the shorter grasses,s he had created a small nest where she lay quietly, for a change. Her ears twitched and swivelled, then as sudenlly as she had been there,s he leaps to her paws and races through the grass, her pale body invisible in the straw like fronds though her dark ears ocasionally popped above the grasses. Then, she stopped and in a rest like state she pants, her ears swivelling constantly. It was her march time, and she was mad with it.

Nuka was having a good day. The Genet had gourged on a meal earlier in the day and was feeling nicely plump, smiling to herself as she waddled through the grass, parting it before her and walking along quite leisurely. It was quite a nice day today - sunny, but not too hot that she was uncomfortable with her dark fur. Closing her eyes to enjoy the warmth, Nuka gave a content sigh...but of course, wasn't watching where she was going and crashed into the hare before her. Stumbling backwards, she growled. "Hey! Watch where yer goin', foo'!"

Induna looked at the genet wide eyed, looking left to right she raises her paws before her eyes and boxes at the air. "Are you challenging me sirrah?" She snips boxing the air around the genets ears "I'll have you know I am a champion boxer of lions and I will stoop to genets if necessary!" She falls to her belly panting again her eyes wide and wild.

"Sirrah?"

A vein twitched in the Genet's forehead as her growl deepened, Nuka's tail swaying from side to side, releasing a slight...stink, with it. Well, what else can you say - Nuka wasn't the best at personal hygiene. She snorted, turning her aze from the stranger, refusing to watch her, "I'll have yer know I'm female, rabi' rat. And I shan't waste ma time on a weedy lil' thing like you."

"Rat?Rat! How dare you! i am a hare!" She jumps to her paws and darts away for a second before dashing back to the same spot she had left only a moment before. "Tche! Don't you know when you see a boxing hare you shouldn't challenge? I'm a champion so I am!" Her nose wriggles and she covered her nose with a white paw "you smell wrse than a warthog short furry thing, do you wish to fight me? I fight for my honour and pride!"

Nuka smirked, highly amused by the reaction of the hare. Well, how was she supposed to know the difference, eh? They should make it more obvious. She snorted, yawning widely and not bothering to cover her mouth, sighing as she shook her head in mild despair. "Boxin' 'are, eh? Sure, and I'm a leopar' wi' a mane." The comment came about her smell and she merely snorted, offering a small growl, "Well then, don' smell. Easy enou' solution, hmm?"

Induna batted at the air a few more times , jogging on the spot, her body bobbing up and down and her deep brown eyes glassy and angry. "Well you're more like a big rat than me, what are you any way stinkie? And you should know I am renound ont he savannah as the greatest hare boxer ever born of a doe and buck! Isn't it obvious?" She grunts.

Nuka snorted again, shaking her head, refusing to rise to the bait. This was a waste of time - she had better things she could be doing. Like wallowing in a nice, cooling mudhole...ahh, that sounded splendid. Pushing past the hare, she yawned loudly, continuing on her merry way, not expecting the stranger to follow. "Whatev'r, rat. You've said it enou' times, I get the pictu'. Now, if yer don' mind, I'll be on ma way."

Induna grunted and raced after the genet, hopping around the angry little creature, she hops from one paw to another. "stop calling me a rat or you'll taste my fury!" She snaps her brow creasing her dark eyes darting about widly showing the pale whites.

Nuka stopped, sighing loudly, looking up at Induna with a thoroughly bored expression, "Listen, r-...har'. I need to be on ma way. Sorry if I caused offense, bu' I gotta be goin' now. So I'll see ya late'." And so, the female moved around the hare again, continuing on her merry way.

Induna blinked owlishly following after the genet for only a moment before she dashed away int he completely opposite direction "The hare is mad the hare is pretty but when it's march this is her ditty!" She sings, her voice slowly fadeing away through the long grass.