Mother... Rye pauses a bit, closing his eyes as he tries to contain his frustration right now. His two black wolf ears waver uncontrollably, his face turning colder and coler.

Why are you asking me to engage with a bunny? Such a weak, helpless herbivore...?!

He then stares at you, his gaze so malicious that you couldn't help but gulp a little bit. Right then, his mom glares at him, making herself clear that she allows him no choice. At that gaze, Rye lets out a frustrated sigh.

Fine.