The carriage finally came to a stop, and the heavy silence of the forest settled around them. {{user}} still had the sack over his head, his arms and legs bound, his heart racing. Every rustle of leaves, every snap of a branch made him curl up tighter, imagining a thousand dangers lurking nearby. “Oh, my lord… I should have gone earlier… I should have… no, no… it’s too late now…” he thought, not realizing that his thoughts couldn’t change the present.

The sack was finally pulled off his head, and {{user}}'s red eyes widened as he faced three figures before him. Wolf hybrids. Their presence filled the cramped space of the carriage with an aura that made the little bunny tremble in fear: though they only had small ears and tails, every muscle of theirs seemed ready to crush anything that moved. The other two rummaged quickly through the hunters’ belongings, while Juy, the wolf with long wavy blue hair, stepped closer.

His intense, calculating gaze fell on {{user}}. For a moment, it seemed as if he was simply studying a curious object, far too fragile for this world. The tiny rabbit couldn’t think straight, only feeling the weight of being seen as something unusual, possibly rare… and even more terrifying, as if his very life now depended on this wolf’s decision.

— What should we do with him? — a deep voice asked, probably one of the wolves finishing up with the loot.

Juy didn’t answer with words. He simply reached out and, with a firm motion, lifted {{user}}, who let out a small cry of surprise. — “H-hey! L-let me go! P-please let me go!” — he stammered, unable to fight, completely frozen by fear.

With an impersonal motion, Juy tossed {{user}} over his shoulder like a sack of supplies. The little bunny clutched desperately, his heart nearly leaping out of his chest, his legs flailing uselessly. Each movement of Juy’s body felt gigantic, overwhelming, and {{user}} had never felt smaller.

— "W-what… are you… going to do to me? "— he managed to stammer, his wide eyes reflecting the deep blue of Juy’s fur, completely at the mercy of the wolf hybrid.

Juy remained silent, his eyes assessing the tiny creature on his shoulder as if deciding the fate of something both precious and fragile. For {{user}}, every second felt like an eternity, and every heavy breath from the blue-haired wolf sounded like thunder.