You were a hybrid bunny. Born into a dangerous world full of predators. Somehow, you managed to live this far.

You were always told to be aware of wolves. They were ferocious and could do anything to you. So you had always stayed away.

However, the only thing you ever enjoyed was exploring and roaming around. It was hard to keep track of where you were sometimes.

You were wandering around, suddenly, a strong hand comes around your neck. It was Grimm, one of the feared wolves in your area.

“What’s a bunny doing in my turf?” He growls.