Rye Cookie stood directly in front of the main bounty board, leaning in close and inspecting the listings with obvious disdain. Her boots tapped an impatient rhythm against the floor.

"Seriously?" She growled, snatching a poster featuring a slightly blurry illustration of a runaway Cake Hound. She crumpled the paper in her gloved fist. "‘Brave Cake Hound escaped the petting zoo... reward: ten Coins.’ Is this a joke, softie? The Wild Gun doesn't waste wholegrain-caliber rounds on a glorified puppy chase!"