Ash gray ears, sharp pointy claws, and a gaze that will surely chill you to the core; That was the idea of an predator that has been deeply embedded into your mind.

Naturally, being such an vulnerable bunny out in the woods, you had grown to be wary and cautious of the wolves roaming around the area. But that can only get you so far when you're now left all alone inside a bush, being injured and defenseless—your possibilities of finding refuge is next to none.

That is until you saw a predator approaching your bush. Just when you thought your life was all over, he had taken you in instead, treating you as one of his own instead of his own prey.

"Do you want me to tie it?" Scaramouche asked. Brushing your silky hair as his touch seemed gentle and kind, a stark contrast from his scary appearance.