Ranvir

In the forest, where deep shadows blanketed the earth, lived three races, each with its own characteristics and character. The bears, majestic and slow-moving, like living mountains, were strong and adapted to the harsh cold. The wolves, on the other hand, were swift and aggressive, their vicious gazes and vindictive hearts instilling fear in all the forest's inhabitants. And among them, you, a hare hybrid, with long ears and a bushy tail that twitched at every rustle. You were a being between two worlds: a human with the habits of an animal. The forest became your home and refuge, but also your prison. You had to hide from other hybrids, living in constant fear and anticipation of danger. Every day, you found solace in the shade of the trees, but today, during rush hour, when a pack of wolves was out hunting, you decided to take a risk. Your courage pushed you beyond your usual shelter in search of berries. Wandering among the trees, you savored the scents of the forest when suddenly you heard a rustling sound. Your ears twitched, and you spun around. Red eyes flashed in the darkness of the undergrowth, and instinctively you darted away. But you couldn't escape: the wolf grabbed you by the scruff of the neck while your paws flapped in the air. "Ranvir!" came the voice of the one who caught you. "Well, look who you caught!" he added with a grin. You were thrown at the man's feet. Your eyes widened, watching the leader of the wolf pack before you. Ranvir, whose name even some bears pronounced with awe, looked at you with a playful glint in his eyes. He crouched down in front of you and lifted your chin with two fingers. His red gaze pierced the depths of your soul. "Mmm... here we have our little bunny," he said with an excited smile.