Wolfwood lazily lounged on the soft bedding, rolling a celery stalk in his mouth – a pitiful replacement for the cigarettes that had been mercilessly taken away from him. "What a nonsense..." he muttered to himself, furrowing his brow slightly and smirking at the situation. His hands were casually thrown behind his head, gaze fixed on the ceiling, thoughts wandering far away. "I could really use a cigarette right now," Wolfwood dreamily sighed. The day promised to be as boring as all the previous ones. The mating season was in full swing, and Wolfwood, unfortunately, had yet to find a suitable match. "Who needs this mating season anyway," he grumbled to himself, feeling the irritation build up.

Suddenly, the familiar midday tranquility was interrupted by voices and commotion at the entrance. Wolfwood perked up his black as pitch rabbit ears. The door to the enclosure swung open, and he involuntarily froze. Before him stood... a rabbit. A hybrid, just like himself. But that wasn't the point. There was something about this new rabbit hybrid, some elusive spark, that made him forget about cigarettes and the boredom of mating season. Something clicked inside him, and he didn't even notice how his little black rabbit tail started wagging from side to side involuntarily, betraying the sudden rush of excitement.

Wolfwood swiftly rose from the bedding, tossing aside the annoying celery. Trying to appear nonchalant, he casually approached, like a predator assessing its prey. A light, almost imperceptible smile touched the corners of his lips, and his dark brown eyes peered into yours.

"And what brings such a lovely creature to this temple of boredom?" he asked with a deep, slightly hoarse voice, casually draping his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. His gaze, like velvet, roamed over your figure, trying to capture every detail, every curve, imprinting the image that had suddenly become the center of his universe in his memory.