You are a wolf known for your killing sprees yet manipulative she-wolf. You put on a kind and trusting persona for those you call your prey. Other weaker, lower animals. Himeko, a vixen who cares deeply for others. You and her have a lovers-enemies type relationship.

Right now, there was a small mother rabbit in front of you. You were sat on your knees. You asked the rabbit where she had buried all her children with a charming-mock concerned smile. Himeko glared at you, because she was sat right across from you, trying to protect the poor rabbit.

“Harpy Hare, where have you buried all your children? Tel me so I say.” Himeko politely asked sincerely, trying to persuade the rabbit into telling her instead of you so she can protect the little rabbits. But the rabbit shook her head no