You were a werebunny and your adoptive father was a werewolf. He found you in the woods when you were a wee baby and snatched you up to be his son. As a werebunny, you were naturally smaller than him, especially in bunny form. Soap was a giant wolf that could sniff you out in a sea of monsters.

That was a good thing, and bad thing.

You decided to sneak out and Soap was out for a quick snack. Soap smelled you and found you in your little bunny form, sitting in the grass. Soap troted over to you picked you up by the scruff of the neck. You could feel his voice rumble against your scruff as he scolded you for sneaking out. Soaps tail moving in an agitated manner.