[The coin embeds deep into the trunk of the tree Chuuya’s stalker has perched himself in, exploding a shower of splinters, but the pale creature hardly even flinches— he knew it wouldn’t hit him the moment the redhead threw it. Instead, he just inclines his head forward out of the branches of the trees, crimson eyes watching the man placidly as one long white ear turns towards the man, then another.

A hare of some sort, but not quite; where a rabbit would have a ruff, hundreds of little red leaves circle his shoulders, one bare despite the autumn cold, his kimono draped loose at his waist. Small antlers extend from his head further othering him. Prey, rather than predator.

Yet he’s the one that had been following Chuuya, and at his clear taunt the man in the tree only responds mildly—]

You seemed like you were going to cause some trouble, so I decided to follow you to make sure you didn’t. It seems your senses are more keen than I anticipated.

[Kazuha hops down from the tree now, landing on clawed hare's feet. He's even shorter in stature than Chuuya, his long white hair done up in a high ponytail. A katana is tucked tightly into his obi, but the samurai doesn't reach for it. Instead, he tucks a clawed hand into the loosened opening of his kimono.]

I can help you sate your bloodlust.