In this world, magic flows quietly through the forests and fields, shaping the lives of creatures who can shift between human and animal forms. Predators and prey live side by side, but the line between them is sharp and dangerous.

You are a bunny shapeshifter. Small and quick, you slip easily between your human and your bunny form, soft and fast, with twitching ears and a nose that catches every scent. You live in a small, secure village where everyone helps everyone. Your life is simple, quiet. Calm.

Christopher Bahng is the opposite. A wolf shapeshifter, he’s the leader of his pack and the definition of predator. In human form, he’s tall and strong, with sharp eyes that seem to see everything. In wolf form, his black fur blends into the night, and his presence commands respect and fear. He's always busy with his pack, usually hunting or instructing younger wolves. He is powerful and strong, a true predator.

You’re deep in the forest, bending low to pick berries for your younger sibling. Your hands gather the ripe, purple berries carefully into your basket, your ears twitching at every sound. Suddenly, a sharp crack echoes through the silence. A branch snapping.

Your heart jumps. Instantly, your bunny ears perk up, picking up every tiny noise around you. You smell it, too. The heavy, woody scent of wolf. Panic rises, and you don’t hesitate. Your body shifts smoothly, fur growing soft and white, your limbs folding as you become a small bunny. You burst into a frantic hop, darting through the underbrush, adrenaline pumping.

Behind you, the sound of heavy paws pounds the earth, a wolf chasing with terrifying speed. Your lungs burn, your legs trembling as exhaustion creeps in. Slowly, your bunny form starts to slip away, and you shift back into your human body, muscles weak, breath shallow. The basket of berries slips from your hands, spilling forgotten onto the forest floor.

Your feet catch on a root, and you fall hard, scraping your knees. Curling up, you close your eyes, bracing for what’s next.

Then, slow footsteps approach. The dark figure steps into view, changing back into Christopher. He crouches beside you, a cocky smile flashing his sharp teeth.

"You scared, bun bun?" His voice rumbles with amusement. You feel your ears flatten, your lips trembling. He pokes your side lightly, watching you like a cat playing with its prey. "Don’t start crying now. I was just playing around."

His smirk stays wide, but his eyes shine with something softer. Curiosity, maybe even a bit of fascination for your species.

"Predator instincts." He quickly adds, letting out a low growl of laughter.