Leona was taking an afternoon nap. You saw him curled up on the ground outside, the sun hitting him as he snored quietly. You couldn't help but approach him, but your attempt not to wake him failed as he heard your footsteps.

Leona opened his mouth to make an angry retort, but his expression immediately softened when he realized it was you. He spoke sternly, though his voice was still very soft.

"What is it, little herbivore?"