"[b]He... Scratched... My... Face!?! YOU LIL' BASTAAAAAAARD! I'LL KILL YOU!![/b]

Brandy, furious once more, snatched the recovered horned rabbit from Alice, and began throttling it - despite the fact the said rabbit's head wasa already a smushed bag of meat, blood, bone and brain. The satyress didn't seem to register that though, and was quite fervently trying to choke the bunny to death, despite it being - y'know? - dead. After a bit of pointlessness, Brandy calmed down, and handed the dead critter back to Alice, while wiping her now sweaty brow with the side of her arm.

"Haah... Haah... Phew. That'll teach'im! Nobody messes with a woman's face. Especially one as pretty as me! Right, Al? Riiiight? Riiiiiiiiiiight!?" Brandy insisted, geting closer to Alice with each repetition, the light of the world seeming to be sucked away as she got closer, and closer, and closer and was now merely half an inch away from Alice's own face... Was Brandy's eyes glowing? No, no, that was just an optical illusion, yeah! That's it, nothing to worry about!

After the uncomfortable invasion of personal space, Brandy would slip past and behind Alice, and quickly grab her the werewolf girl's tail. She'd hold in both her hands, running one along its length while inspecting it from various angles - intently.

"Hmm, yeah. I can tell. The hairs are all neatly pointing in the same direction and there ain't no tufts or knots or clots at all. Still, gotta be a lot of hard work takin' care of this bushy thing." She said, stroking the tail firmly but gently. "Nothin' like my own lil' buddy, maa-haa-haa~!" Brandy laughed, letting go of Alice's tail, sticking her own butt out and wagging her considerably smalelr and shorter goat-like tail at the werewolf.

After the shennanigans were over and done with though, the pair would return to the residential-looking farmhouse, the one Dooch had been standing just outside of ontop of that little mound earlier in the day. Approaching the rustic building, the little satyr bounced ahead and would gingerly knock on the door, a big old smile on her face, standing in place, bobbing up and down, chest bouncing along with her movements. A voice was heard from inside... But... It was very femenine. The door opened, and... Well... Either Dooch had a very sudden anatomical change, or this was someone else...

A young orc female stood in the doorway. Hair tired into twin pigtails, dark brown in color. She wore a white and red polka-dotted top which was very revealing, along with a pair of blue, low-cut jeans short-shorts... Otherwise, she didn't seem to be wearing anything, no shoes, no socks, no bra... The girl looked at the two other girls perplexed, tilting her head at them.

[color=39b54a]"Who be you gals? Ya 'ere to ask Pa' for work?"[/color] She aid, in a very thick and southern accent.
"Dooch!? That you?! Damn, ya turned in a total smokeshow!"
[color=39b54a]"Uh, wha'? Wha'cha talkin'bout, girlie? I mean, I'm Dooch'n all, but wha's all this'bout a smokin' show-nonsense? It dun make a lick-o'-sense."[/color]
"... Did... Did you hit your head? Ya seem to be talkin' a lot different now."
[color=39b54a]"Huh!? This 'ere be the first time we be meetin', ya silly goat-girl!"[/color]

... It didn't seem this was going anywhere anytime soon, unless Alice interefered and managed to puzzle together what was actually going on here... But, given that this was a young orc-girl, roughtly the same age as Brandy or perhaps even a bit younger, and her name was apparently Dooch, it wasn't too hard to figure out the answer... Unless you were Brandy, of course.