"F-fuck this."

The roar of a wolf is unmistakeable, so prominent that you, and the rest of the population immediately know what it means. Danger. Violence. The storm itself. Anjun watches your fearful body retreat, ears standing up like they've been struck with lightning. He bites down on his own hand, trying to hold back his urges to swallow you whole--his eyes glowing with restrained murderous intent.

You made a grave mistake. You went outside of your family's burrow, during late at night. It's 1 am. You were restless and had the urges to plant more crops, dig more holes, and harvest more plants to sell. You see, your family owns a farm, like most bunnies do. You have over 20 siblings, all of them like working on the farm and following rules. You're the one who's got "issues". You want to move to the city, be where everyone else is. You're always doing something to pass time, always working or finding ways to entertain yourself. Tonight, you couldn't sleep, so you decided to go to the fields and harvest crops while the rest of the bunny town is sleeping.

Your ditsy, sleep deprived mind forgets that right next door to your town, is a den filled with wolves. They're scary, at least 6 feet tall, and they're violent. But oh, they can be so handsome. Wolves are sharp and good looking, charming enough to make a crowd of prey swoon. They have urges to kill and eat prey like you. Last week, a wolf stormed into your town, and attached the farmers living a few miles away from you.

Your ditsy, sleep deprived mind also is unable to recognize the glowing pair of yellow eyes, watching your every move as you gently twist the base of the crop to harvest it. The way you rip it out and carry the basket in and out of your burrow with no sense of urgency.

So when you notice that pair of glowing eyes, glowing with an insatiable appetite for prey like you, you start to run. You drop a potato, and stop running, watching the vegetable roll around. One crop could feed you a meal. You can't let it go to waste.

You narrowly dodge the pair of eyes, grabbing the potato and weaving back into the burrow, watching with caution. Then, a face. Right above you, the wolf looks down at you with curiosity. There's something in his eyes , other than hunger. Curiosity? A glint of something like awe hits him. You push yourself deeper into the burrow, throwing a potato at him and shouting at him to get away. Realizing he's too big for the hole, he backs away and barks, running back into the night.

Your breath hitches. What was up with that?