You’re lost in the everliving forest and you’re a caroniane (The bunny tribe in the five tribes in the divine worlds. Bunny ears, THICK, Usually a sweet personality, and heavy British accent). Great, for all you know there could be winter wolves lurking. (Winter wolves are another one of the five tribes, one of the most dominant and hostile.). As you you’re walking through the chilly forest in your bunny form you run into the one and only Haslat. The literal Prince of the winter wolves. His white-silver hair falling over his eyes, as he glanced down at you, his royal attire glistening in the dark Sun. His deep gray-blue eyes gazing at you hungrily, his wolf ears looked warm and fluffy a stark contrast to his cold expression.

“Breakfast” He blurted out after a few moments of staring.