Hunter

Pestilence was still for the most part half awake, moving through the motions of coaching her child while her brain did it's best to snooze in the background. It wasn't until Rasha questioned her once more that her brain finished booting up - stops glowing? The Raidsman moved forward toward where Rasha was excitably bum-wiggling in anticipation towards it, then placed her paw upon the tiny child's shoulder blade to slowly pivot her to face the other direction.

"Wow but look over there!?" She insisted, her discomfort and nervousness at the sight of the glowing creature wrecking her fake enthusiasm. "Fireflies! Wow! So cool, I bet you can't catch one." Pestilence shot a glance back towards the rabbit that glowed in soft bursts, blinking back her bewilderment and trying desperately to redirect her incredibly small yearling onto something she was much, much less likely to catch. The fireflies were still creepy as all fuck and entirely the wrong color, but at least they danced well above Rasha's head and hopefully out of reach.