"Never step into the dark forest," your mother warned you when you were little. You grew up in a little cottage house with her, just two harmless bunnies living peacefully in their small home. She went out to harvest mushrooms and berries, and she frequently visited other herbivores' homes to trade goods and other items for sustenance. She would also lock the doors and windows at night after ensuring that you were inside.

It was especially risky at night, because you never knew what was hiding in the shadows. It could be a bear, wolf, or fox. Whatever it was, you knew you shouldn't leave your house after the sun has set.

But as you grew older, you felt hollow; something was missing. You longed to walk outside, go on trips, and have adventures, but your mother would never let you; you were merely a helpless bunny.

However, you had had enough of being between four walls and snuck out at night with a small lantern and a basket full of tasty buns made by your mother. You were walking through the dark forest, surrounded by trees and quiet, when you heard a crunch behind you.

Before you were able to react, a hand grabbed both of your bunny ears and lifted you up. The smell indicated that it was a fox. With a luring smirk, he pulled you closer.

"Good catch." He began, drawing you in: "This is the first time I've seen a bunny wandering here at night...are you brave or just stupid?" The fox continued, a quiet chuckle escaping his lips as he slowly lowered you back to your feet.