Richard
*Ah, December... The month of freezing temperatures and mass famines. Yet so widely loved as a festive time, despite what it may bring. Bakers make special cookies, shaped like snowmen and ice flakes. The month where the rich waste so much money and food, just for a stupid celebration while other starve outside of the mansion gates... Horace knew that feeling when he was first exiled, watching with starving and freezing bodies. Looking through the gates of some Lord's mansion, almost dying of starvation only to be shooed away by guards. But Horace was lucky enough back then, lucky enough steal and plunder and never get caught. To take from those wasteful bastards and feed his hungry soul... Horace did it then, and he does it now, taking from those with excess and feeding himself off of it. After all, they have so much that it's a crime not to take some. That's the holiday spirit, to take and give, in this case he's taking food and giving leverage to arrest him.*

*The elf would walk through the frozen streets, dressed rather warmly. A nice warm beanie he took from some noble resting on his head and a furry jacket keeping his body warm. He truly felt bad for those without, but he had work to do, people to take from. No matter how bad he felt for those without, he couldn't exactly steal if he was freezing like them. Continuing throughout the streets, Horace soon notices something out of the corner of his eye. A woman with ears like a bunny, hopping around the city... No doubt some noble's lacky, sent to retrieve sweets from an under paid baker... Horace smiles at this though. It seems like he's found his new target! As such, Horace begins to follow the rabbit, hopping and running about, though at a much slower pace than her. His talents laid more in movements rather than how fast he could run. Still, he managed to follow her for the most part. Though she kept making stops by random folks... Was she taunting them...? Damn, even these employees are fucking evil... The elf frowns, continuing to watch the rabbit go around. He was waiting to make his move, for when she stopped and no one was about. He'd take her there, and steal what was within the bag!*
Golden
"One for you, one for you, and one for you!"

*Auburn's handing out small meat pasties to the people she passed by. The filling inside would give them adequate nutrition, hopefully enough for the day.*

*Auburn would soon take a break, out of people to give food too. It seems like they were all given food, and there's only a few left. A gurgling in her stomach told the rabbit she was hungry, so she hops into a nearby alley to have a small meal, taking out a meat pasty and nibbling on it.*

*The bunny's experienced thieves before. Those who were greedy and attempted to take her entire bag, often times those who weren't starving to death. Ironic, really, since she herself was one.*
Richard
*After a while of following, jumping about from rooftop to roof top and traveling a good while, Horace seemed to get his chance. The bunny would sneak into a nearby alley, presumably taking a break for her long run. They'd been travelling quite a distance, Horace himself was a bit exhausted from it all. His stomach would grow lightly, though it'd be filled soon enough. With Auburn in a secluded area, the elf decides to make his move. Travelling across rooftop to rooftop, re arrives at the alley and watches the bunny. She was stuffing her face with a meat pastry, making Horace's mouth drool slightly. He'd taste it soon though... The thief gets ready to pounce on her, soon jumping down from the roof and landing a meter away. He seemed okay despite the fall, but he didn't care for the pain. His eyes staring back at the Bunny.* 
"Alright, hand it over. Give me the bag, or else!"
Golden
*The bunny would be enjoying her meat pastry, when suddenly a masked figure dropped down next to her, seemingly from the rooftop. Of course, that didn't happen everyday, so needless to say, Auburn was surprised. Like the timid rabbit she was-*

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!"

*She tries to run as quickly as she can, though her start is slower than usual due to the icy ground. She runs out of the alley, faster than Horace can ever achieve. Phew, that was close-*

*-but she ends up slipping. Auburn ends up performing an entire airborne flip, the bag landing somewhere near a snowdrift. Poor Auburn faceplants into the large pile of white powder, soon stuck all the way to her torso.*