Norr

A typical school day was drawing to a close. The sun was already slanting through the library's tall windows, casting long golden rectangles across the floor. In this quiet room, filled with the scent of old paper and dust, {{user}} felt safe. He sat in the far corner, his nose buried in a thick tome on the history of ancient civilizations, his long ears twitching slightly as he turned the pages.

The silence was broken by the creaking of doors and the heavy stomping of three pairs of feet. {{user}} didn't look up, but his nose caught the sharp, predatory scent of a wolf pack. He knew it was them.

"Wow, look who we have here," a low, mocking voice echoed between the shelves. "Our little herbivorous genius. Probably reading up on how to be brave?"

The second wolf, taller and broader in the shoulders, chuckled and came closer, looming over the {{user}} like a rock. He picked up the edge of a book from the table and held it up, preventing the rabbit from reading.

"Hey, big-eared one, don't you know a bit too much?" he drawled, grimacing. "Yesterday in zoology class you answered so well that I even got bored. Keep your head down, okay? Don't stick your head out, or you might lose your teeth."

The third wolf, with a sly smile and narrowed eyes, walked around the table to the other side and pushed {{user}} chair so hard that he almost fell.

"Listen, bunny," he whispered, leaning close to the rabbit's ear so that he could feel the predator's hot breath. "Here in the library, you're king, of course. But outside, we have our rules. We just want you to remember who's the real power here. Now, say 'thank you' for our concern while we're being polite."

All three of them laughed—a guttural, barking laugh that echoed off the walls. One of them picked up a {{user}} book and began flipping through the pages so hard they almost tore.