Cavra

Cavra sauntered down the path towards the next lair, basket in paw and swinging jauntily while she wiggled her rump to make her wolf tail swish. The feathers on her hainu costume made her wings itch but she didn't care. Beside her trotted her familliar, a Silver Springbok by the name of Ira.
Cavra sidled a little closer to Ira, intending to offer her a treat from her basket, but the Springbok edged further away. Cavra blew out an annoyed huff. "Oh, come on, Ira. You can't really still be mad about that whole scaring incident earlier, I said I was sorry! You know I wouldn't really eat you!" Ira continued to ignore her, trotting farther ahead. "Fine. Be that way." Cavra huffed.
As they approached the lair, two tricker-treaters appeared farther up the trail travelling in the same direction they were. Cavra sped up, planning to scare them, but Ira glared at her reproachfully as she caught up to her. Cavra released an irritated little growl. "Fine"
They waited for the tricker-treaters up ahead to finish before approaching the lair themselves. Cavra wasted no time in yelling "Trriicckk orrr Trreeaat!" at the top of her lungs, drawing it out until she ran out of breath. When she was finished, Ira looked at her reproachfully again as if to say "Did you really have to do that?"