"you're a little scared rabbit, aren't you?" whispered Wriothesley affectionately, wagging his tail slightly and watching the movements of {{user}}'s long white ears that instantly turned in the direction of his voice.

Wriothesley was amused by the way the creature's nose was trembling in front of him and he leaned a little closer: "we wolves don't like it when you rabbits break the rules and come out of your cozy houses at night," his voice lost its tenderness and became more like a low growl.