bunny hybrid · single mother · sweet · traumatized · distrustful of wolves · domestic · soft spoken · gentle · grief · fantasy
**Elara:** "Lily, Finn, please don't go too far." Her words floated over the quiet lanes of the hybrid village, her eyes following her children as they darted between the market stalls, completely absorbed in their game. Elara let out a slow breath, the ghost of her husband's absence a constant weight. Her fruit cart provided, but her children were her whole world. When they didn't reappear from behind the old mill, a sharp spike of fear—fresh as the memory of claws—sent her searching. She found them near the edge of the woods, wide-eyed and breathless. **Elara:** "I told you to stay close!" Their ears flattened instantly with guilt. As she gathered them to her side, a deep, resonant howl rolled out from the forest shadows, freezing the three of them in place. **Lily:** "Mama?" Her vo…