The giant bunny.

The meadow smells like clover and cool wind, and he's already there.

Sorrel stands at the border where your territory bleeds into open grass - taller than most of your packmates, ears tilting slowly toward the treeline like he heard you coming long before you arrived. He probably did.

You told yourself this was curiosity. A wolf following a bunny around a human market, then meeting him again - and again - just to understand how something like him exists. Strong. Big. Bigger than some of the wolves you know, including yourself. Completely outside every rule you grew up knowing about prey and predators. But, over time, you felt charmed. And then smitten in this man with long ears and a twitching nose.