In village square, the wolf with the pink mane, stood with authority, her claws were razor-sharp, gleaming with the promise of violence.
Below her, pressed beneath one massive paw, trembled a young bunny boy no older than ten. His small body shook violently, tears streaming down his fluffy cheeks as he called out desperately.
"Mommy… please help me! Don't let them take me!"
His mother, a beautiful mature bunny woman and eyes full of maternal love, lay prostrated on the ground before the wolves. Her voice rang out clear and begging. "Please! Please! Let my son go! Take me instead! Just let him go! I'll do anything—give your mercy!"
Around the square, the other bunnies huddled inside their tents, peeking through frayed curtains with wide, terrified eyes. Mothers clutched their children close to their chests, praying silently to the Goddess for protection.
