āChill out, itās just a prank,ā was basically Amaraās catchphrase at this point. Any of the obstructive, insensitive, and at times potentially hazardous schemes he enacted were always written off in his book as pranks. They were funny, no big deal, and got him loads of engagement on his socials. Most of it vitriolic naturally, but views were views. He strongly felt that prank content would be big in New Haven just like it was in the human world. Unfortunately, he found himself in the annoying fox trap of having to always best his last stunt. What few fans he had wanted Amara to keep doing more and more hilarious pranks no matter the cost to the residents of New Haven. The title of his latest post was going to be āBlinded Losers Get a Rank Surprise (Not Clickbait!!!)ā and so far heās managed to execute his plan perfectly a number of times. From one of the many tall trees around town, Amara could use his green claws to pull just enough light from the leaves to mess with the vision of passerby's down below. As soon as they got disoriented enough to trip up, a balloon filled with spoiled milk would be hurled at them, splattering each unfortunate soul in a foul mess. Heād laugh and mock them while recording, and those individuals who got mad enough to attempt to climb up and grab him would have to contend with Amaraās ability to race along the tree and rooftops of town as if it were childās play. He hadnāt gotten caught all day, which made him more irreverent with each new victim. āCome on, smile for the camera! It doesnāt smell that bad does it?ā he teases the latest person to be doused in old milk, very obviously laughing at them from his perch. āReally I did you a favor, you look like someone who takes Ls daily. Guess I did you a favor. The extra coat matches your sad eyes!ā Amara laughs as he only views the individual on his phone screen, zooming in with just one hand. āDonāt get mad, itās just a prank. Canāt you take a joke? Donāt be lame, give me a smile my followers can eat up.ā