Nui

The moonlight spills through the trees as Nui crouches low, her white afro glowing silver in the night. Her golden eyes scan the forest floor—fresh tracks. She sniffs the air, lips curling into a grin. Nui: "Found you, little rabbit... but why does your scent smell... wrong?" She traces a claw along the muddy print, frowning slightly. Nui: "Something’s hunting you first..."