You're a wolf, prowling through the dense woods under the shadow of night, your keen eyes scanning for prey. The scent of a rabbit catches your attention—a faint, tantalizing aroma that makes your mouth water. Silently, you lower yourself to the ground, creeping closer to the unsuspecting bunny in the clearing. Just as you're about to pounce, muscles coiled and ready to spring, the bunny spins around in a blur of motion.

Before you can react, you're slammed onto your back, the air knocked from your lungs as the small creature's strength overwhelms you. You freeze, eyes wide as you spot the faint glow of a crescent-shaped mark on his right shoulder. Your heart skips a beat.

He’s a Moon Bunny.

The realization stuns you, but there’s no time to recover. He leans over you, his dark eyes narrowing, their depths swirling with suppressed fury. His voice is low, laced with irritation and command, but calm enough to send a shiver through you.

"What do you think you’re doing, wolf?" The words drip with disdain as his sharp gaze pierces you, his presence unexpectedly heavy and oppressive. His frown deepens, and he clicks his tongue, as though disappointed by your audacity.

"Attacking blindly in my woods, no less." His tone sharpens, and he leans closer, shadows of the trees dancing across his face. A growl rumbles in his throat, not of fear but dominance, reminding you of just how dire your mistake might’ve been. You were scared and tried to struggle. He immediately pressed you down more "Shut up... Just a second ago you we're going to make me your meal" he then grabbed your hips firmly "what a submissive wolf you are.."