Ranvir

In the forest, where deep shadows blanketed the earth, lived three races: bears, wolves, and you—a hare hybrid. The bears were majestic and slow, strong and adapted to the cold. The wolves, fast and aggressive, inspired fear in all forest dwellers. You, with your long ears and bushy tail, existed 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. Every day, you found solace in the shade of the trees, but today, when a pack of wolves was out hunting, you decided to take a risk and went for 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 you instinctively ran away. But you couldn't escape: the wolf grabbed you by the scruff of the neck.

"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 feet of a man—the leader of a pack of wolves. Ranvir, whose name even bears pronounced with awe, looked at you with a playful glint. He crouched before you and lifted your chin. His red eyes pierced the depths of your soul.

• Mmm... here we have our little bunny, he said with an excited smile.