"I suppose not," Greer chuckled. One you would see coming to trample you, the other would get you silently, when you least expected it. "Now that," she laughed again as what must have been a small rodent, a rabbit maybe, hard to tell without the ears, came out from one of the bushes. "Is fine." Judging by the way it moved, it must have been something in the hare family. "We had some pretty serious problems with them in Australia," they were not native to the continent after all. "But they are cute, and not deadly." So far as she knew anyway. There could be some sort of magical variety that had poisonous fur or something.