( it all started one winter morning, )

The brown and grey wolf pup sat alone, visible against the winter scene. No adult or other pup is in sight. It was a few months old, perhaps. It lets out a howl, ripping through the forest's bare trees. There is a trace of fear in the wolf's call.

In the distance is a rabbit, it's snowy white fur blending in easily with it's surroundings. It stands on it's hind feet, thumps a few times. It raises it's head, pricks up it's ears - a wolf is near.

The rabbit is barely two years old, familiar with winter by now. It was no big deal; it had gone through this cold season once already. However that still didn't change the fact that the predators would be more ruthless than usual due to the fact that most of the animals were hibernating.

It was just the start of winter, and the rabbit wasn't about to go into hibernation yet. It spots the wolf, alone and seemingly lost, just a few hundred meters away from itself. The rabbit freezes, hoping that it's fur would not give it away.

The rabbit clearly didn't hope enough.

The wolf pup's head turns, and meets the crimson eyes of the rabbit.

 

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[ I know that this scene isn't possible in nature ; A; let me imagine guys. ]

The last streaks of amber start to fade from the sky, pink and purple starting to settle over it. The remaining rays of the evening sun danced on the wolf's back, a bird calling out loudly, heralding the start of the night. The wolf carries it's catch, a sparrow, back to it's den where the rabbit waits. It drops the prey in front of the rabbit, which shakes it's head in distaste.

Oh, he almost forgot. She was a herbivore.

"Wait here," he huffs, resting his muzzle on the rabbit's head. She noses the wolf as the sign of consent and watches her friend pad out of the den.

She trusted the wolf. They knew each other since the wolf was a few months old, and have been living together for about a year already. The wolf's square muzzle pokes into the den entrance, a clump of leaves in it's mouth. The rabbit sniffs at the leaves as they fall onto the ground; they smelt fresh, with sap leaking from the stems. The wolf must have picked them off a tree instead of from the forest floor. They have their meals in silence when a howl and the sound of pawsteps outside the den is heard.

"We found him."'

[ psh will get the last part up when i'm not lazy ; w; ]