digging.

As silently and precisely as Wyndham stood, the hare didn't deem him fit to grace his presence again. A voice finally broke the silence and the spell a fleeing meal had cast upon him. He blinked for a moment, eyes darting around the grass before him, before he finally angled his head towards the stranger. How he hadn't noticed her before must've surely been a side effect of the alcohol. He peered at her sharply, taking in every fuzzy detail. She was practically... nebulous. He certainly stared silently for far longer than was socially acceptable, but by the time his brain had caught up it was too late. A woflish grin spread across his features.


"Damn thing was just too fast for me, I guess," he hummed. Finally his body relaxed away from that disheveled hunter's stance and into the more inviting body language he normally carried. "Kinda disappointing, I'm gettin' pretty hungry. Wyndham Rittan Cross, by the way." As always, his name was announced with a certain air of pride, even through a slight drunken drawl.