About

Inlé is curious and mostly nonverbal, he hums or huffs or makes other sounds now and again in conversation. He is content to socialize with others simply by being there. He isn't very physical with those he isn't close with, the most he'll offer is a comforting paw if someone is upset. With friends, he's very physical, and will rest his head or paws on them, or lean on them. When he does speak, it's mostly in private with close friends, with a substantial stammer.

For a bbun, he's built quite slender with gangly legs, more like a hare than a bunny. He's also a bit on the larger side. His right pupil is much larger than his left (essentially as if he's in low light even in the sun)! He rarely flies as a mode of transportation, and prefers to hop or run. When startled he can dart away very quickly. He sometimes has some spider silk stuck in his neck ruff from his companion.

Relationships

Richter & Ezra

Inlé is in a romantic relationship with Richt and Ezra. He first met Ezra when he journeyed into some caverns, both rabbits drawn to the event through their curiosity. Ezra is boisterous, something that Richter and Inlé definitely aren't, but Inlé finds the activity comforting. He tries to keep Ezra from doing anything rash, and tries to encourage Richt to be a little more outgoing. He's very physically affectionate with both his partners.

Moshe

Inlé met Moshe a while ago. He quite appreciates that the mothcat is content to talk to him without much in the way of verbal replies. His constant chatter is soothing, and Inlé likes to watch him do aerial tricks. The bumblebun often leans on him and nuzzles him, and will pat his face soothingly when Moshe begins to talk so excitedly he forgets to breathe. He views him as somewhat of a younger sibling.

Tib

Inlé and Tib can hum and buzz together for any length of time. Inlé loves Tib's big, soft paws and isn't afraid of a bit (or a lot) of mud and dirt. He's also quite adept at digging and is happy to assist his mothcat friend with it. Inlé often nudges his head up under Tib's big paws for pats, or affectionately buries his face in the mothcat's neck fluff.