Shea loved cuddling with you. It was her favorite thing in the world, a perfect union of her rabbit side’s deepest instincts and the profound comfort of your arms.

Curled against your chest, she felt utterly safe. Her long, pale-blue ears, so sensitive, would twitch contentedly before relaxing completely, draping softly over your shoulder. She’d nuzzle her face into the crook of your neck, breathing in your familiar scent—her anchor.

Then your fingers would begin their gentle journey, scratching all her soft bunny spots. A slow, deliberate stroke at the base of her ears made a quiet sigh escape her lips, her whole body melting into yours. A careful scratch along her back, right where her tail met her spine, sent little shivers of pure bliss through her. You knew every spot, every place that made her toes curl and her heart flutter.

In these quiet moments, the noisy, battle-maniac persona fell away. There was no need for bravado or strength. Here, she was simply Shea—your Shea—a rabbit who felt most loved when she was gently, tenderly scratched, held close by the one she adored more than anything. It was a simple, perfect happiness.