[center][h3][color=f26522]Acacia 'Ace' Malikova[/color][/h3][/center]

Watched him fumble about the question and dodge it by returning to clean up his mess instead, "[color=f26522]You're a funny one, Ryan,[/color]" she'd offer with a light chuckle as he tried once more to dodge the question she'd asked. Though she didn't care if he offered an answer or not, she wouldn't have pressured him into answering. As she continued to watch him she'd slide a bottle of spray disinfectant towards him, obviously gesturing for him to make sure it was properly cleaned.

Eventually the fumbling mess found his words to fit her question, though her eyes seemed to widen a partial amount at the mention of hunter, muscles tensing as she settled those now harsh looking baby blue eyes on him, '[i][color=B22222]I sell pelts and stuff from my kills. Or I would if I found something. I only just started recently and I haven't found anything.[/color][/i]' Upon hearing the last bit of his words she'd sit up straight, "[color=f26522]There's no hunting in these parts, I don't permit it and I don't condone the killing of helpless animals,[/color]" she'd huff heavily, the Russian accent of her origins thickly coating her words making them sound a bit more threatening than planned.

"[color=f26522]You saw Truth, yes?[/color]" she'd ask him and without waiting for a response continued on, "[color=f26522]That there is purebred wolf, yet she didn't harm you in the slightest, did she? But, she, like every other wolf, defends what they call family, that's where all the growling and threatening comes in. Hunters go into [i]their[/i] territory, get close to [i]their[/i] pups and [i]kill[/i] the adults without thinking. '[i]I just wanted its pelt, it was nothing but a filthy rabid animal anyway, didn't deserve to live[/i]'. I've heard plenty say it. Those animals that hunters aim those filthy weapons at, none of them done anything but defend themselves and the others that relied on them. Yet, they die in the end, because they are just another pelt to be collected and sold.[/color]" 

If it wasn't apparent by now, Acacia had a very, very strong thing against hunters, and she made that perfectly clear, like crystal clear. She wasn't sure what Ryan's reaction would be, but she certainly didn't look all that impressed as she slid off the counter to stand up fully. It was then she realized she was actually smaller than the man. She was a mere 5'5 and her slender figure made threats useless, although the harshness of those baby blue hues and the stern ring of her Russian history upon each word she spoke made it seem like she wasn't all that harmless.