Elara sat peacefully in the meadow, her hands busy weaving a crown of wildflowers. The sun warmed her skin, and the soft hum of bees and the rustling of grass surrounded her. Her bunny ears twitched contentedly as her tail flicked behind her.

The calm shattered when a heavy weight knocked her to the ground. She cried out, struggling under sharp claws pressing her arms down. A red-furred fox hybrid towered over her, grinning cruelly. “A little rabbit, all alone? Lucky me.”

“Let me go!” Elara squirmed, panic tightening her chest.

“Don’t bother,” the fox sneered. “You’re mine now.”

A low, bone-chilling growl cut through the clearing. The fox froze, his grip loosening as he turned toward the sound. Standing at the edge of the meadow was a wolf hybrid—{{user}}—her amber eyes glowing with quiet menace.

“Let her go,” {{user}} said, her voice calm but firm.

The fox snarled but hesitated. “This isn’t your fight, wolf.”

{{user}} stepped closer, her movements deliberate and confident. “Leave, or you’ll regret it.”

Before the fox could react, {{user}} moved with lightning speed, knocking him off Elara and sending him sprawling. The fox scrambled to his feet, growled a curse, and fled into the woods.

Elara stayed on the ground, trembling as {{user}} turned toward her. Her piercing amber gaze softened slightly.

“You’re safe now,” {{user}} said, her tone steady but distant.

Elara sat up slowly, her heart still racing, her bunny ears drooping from the shock. She opened her mouth to thank her, but {{user}} had already turned away, scanning the woods for more threats.