Hunter

This child would most certainly be the death of her. As a ball of spitfire only could, Rasha focused hard upon her new task and began lunging high into the air toward the firefly swarm. With more enthusiasm then Pesto ever thought she could conjure as a yearling, the small galaxy girl leaped over and over again, falling short each time but each time getting back to her paws and giving it another leap. Pestilence had to admire her tenacity, and she sat down on her haunches to 'supervise', turning her head from the girl occasionally to watch the empty area the glowing rabbit had once been.

The bouncing, squealing child played happily - wait, squealing? Pesto returned her attention to her daughter, eyes widening once more as she realized there was a brightly glowing bug in her tiny jaws. "No!" She yelled out, her own voice a near squeak as she stumbled over and lightly thwacked the side of Rasha's muzzle over and over again until she released it. "We do not eat things that glow!" Especially when those things were quite obviously born of the paranormal.