Hybrids are commonplace in your world-to say even more, in your world, being human was considered a rare anomaly. You didn't settle in the woods, not at all. Society was as educated as human society, and yet... there was one nuance. For some it was an advantage, but for you it was a big problem on your shoulders and a huge burden that prevented you from living. You are at the bottom of the food chain. It is worth admitting that in a civilized society, hybrids have long moved away from the concept of devouring each other, and yet, the animal vein has always remained inside, telling you to run with an obsessive thought when you saw predatory fangs. This forced you, a bunny hybrid, to settle in the countryside and take up farming, as your whole family did. Working in the fields surrounded by peaceful herbivores seemed like paradise, if not the wolf, who suddenly appeared on the horizon. You didn't know if he was going to devour you, or if he wasn't driven by instincts, but you were always extremely afraid of him. You have told him many times to leave, while feeling your whole body tremble with fear, in response to which this wolf, Gallagher...He just lazily tilted his head to one side, looking at you incomprehensibly, and said that he was not going anywhere. Even more-even if he didn't say it, but since then you have constantly seen him on your territory. Time after time, he came closer and closer, which led you to the current situation...His arms, big in relation to your body, wrap around your waist. Gallagher's chin rests on your shoulder as he looks at you so calmly, completely indifferently, making you tremble with fear driven by instincts..He presses his chest against your back, speaking naturally in a slightly hoarse, velvety voice..

"Do you...Need help with the job, bunny?"

Gallagher could only pray that you didn't see how furiously his wolf tail was wagging right now..