is this the real life?

Mollified by her husband's capitulation, Alfrun relaxed her delicate form and dropped the sharp gaze that she'd entrapped him in. "Good, good," she said absently, turning to creep after the weird rabbit again. "Alive if you can, dead if you must. The fresher it is the better it will be for..." she paused, tiny paw raised and nose quivering. "There -" she whispered, for the trembling rabbit was hiding under a fallen log that did not disguise its glow. "Quickly, Jupiter, we mustn't be delayed!" Though a whisper, her voice was urgent in the way someone might urgently whisper about a rattlesnake on someone's path.