A semi-limp satyress was lying in a pile of crumpled shrubbery and bush. Her mouth was open in an undignified manner, her eyes looked like swirls of swirling swirliness as they - probably - stared up at the darkening sky above. The girl's head slightly rolled around on her shoulders, as if it was one of those tea cup-rides at the carnival. Then, a voice called out to the humiliatingly defeated former farmer, and her eyes blinked, returning to their regular reddish brown. She sat up straight, looking around herelf, confused, as if she didn't remember what had just happened.

Then, getting back onto her feet and brushing herself off, Brandy took a bit of time to straighten her outfit and make sure any and all twigs, leaves and dirt were proeprly removed from her person, before finally turning towards where Alice and the now squashed-head bunny were.

"[i][b]whERE'S THAT CARROT-HUMPIN' SHIT!? I'LL KILL'IM![/b][/i]" A very enraged Brandy yelled, clenching her fist and shakingly it violently in the direction of her werewolf companion. She was almost forthing at the mouth and looked as if she was about ready to rip the head straight from the spine of anyone who dared get within arm's reach of her.

Stomping ahead like she was some kind of half-bear, half-man nightmare, the little satyr drew closer to ALice... And then, spotted the bunny on the ground. A moment of silence followed

...

Then Brandy kicked the dead rabbit. Sending it flying several feet off to the side and into some shrubbery opposite the bushes she herself had landed.

"That'll teach ya, ya damn hole-dwelling turd! Nobody messes with the face! [i][b]NOBODY![/b][/i]" Brandy expressed her unhappiness with having had her precious mug exposed to potential disfiguring. After a couple of heavy and ragged breahts though, she seemed to calm down a bit and finally turned to her friend.

"Ah... Al... Good work, girl. Ya took down that critter like a champ, yeah! I thought you were jut some brainy book-worm-kinda-girl with a 'totes adorb tail and ears, but dang. You can bring the hurt, huh? Maa-haa-haa~!" Brandy praised, happily patting Alice on the shoulders in a firm but friendly manner. "By thebutt, Al. That... That bunny didn't mess up my face, did he?" She then asked, considerably more concerned and less spirited.

Alice would have many options here. She could tell the truth, and say that all the bunny had managed to do was leave a red mark where it'd hit the satyr... Which would probably fade by tomorrow. Or, she could play a mean prank and exaggerate the damage - which would undeniably cause Brandy no end ot anguish and may launch her into a fit. Regardless of what the werewolf chose, their job was for the most part done now. ALl that was left was to bring the dead creature to Dooch as proof, and then head back to Litroot.