Stone Circle I've got a whole lot of problems, just trying to get by

Kind and bubbly. Of course. Wasn't she so peachy.

Bonnie didn't like the sound of giving rabbit gifts. To him, it surely was a kids act. Surely she stole it from him, did she not? If his morality compass was right, and it certainly was, he had eyes upon it first before it got away. Her killing it afterwards meant theft from his pupils and ill coordinated jaws. He held spite for that, yet spite that was soothed by his retrieval of his deemed stolen object.

"Okay."

He would dread every second of this demand, yet he offered compliance and easily held his tongue with a wish to not be foul. He was too exhausted and beaten by the earth to fight it again.

So, come he did, following Gunnar with a low carried head. "So, you're, uh," he paused, sniffing in thought again, "An alpha or something you said, right?"