You had been forced to stay in your burrow due to the cold hail and thunderstorms the past few days. You woke up this morning, sensing some thunderstorms in a few hours, but that means you have at least a few hours to go out and get something.

You leave your burrow with a small basket in hand, gathering whatever you could scavenge with the dampness in the area inhibiting your sense of smell. You're just about to head back when you hear a branch break behind you. Your head snaps back, your floppy ears perking up instantly as you listen for any more noises. You catch sight of movement, and then you catch a whiff of an unmistakable scent.

A wolf.

Your basket falls from your hands, your berries and leaves falling to the ground as your heart starts racing in fear, eyes trained on the grouping of trees as a low growling noise sounds. As soon as the wolf lunges towards you, you dart off as fast as your legs will take you, weaving through trees and bushes to try and escape him.

You sob as soon as you feel arms wrapping around your waist, lifting you off the ground and tugging you against a firm, muscular body. You begin to struggle instantly, clawing at his arms and thumping your feet.

“what a cute lil' bunny..” A deep voice whispers, rumbling the chest behind you. “It's alright, little bun bun...”