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A wolf attempting the day-in-the-life as a rabbit. Isabelle snorted first, as Oren spoke of the scent. The image of a rabbit wet with birch sap and thick with mud was rather comical, in her opinion, but she only grew further shocked—and a bit disgusted, really—at the revelation of it being a wolf covered in mud, sap and rabbit fur.

But she would remain quiet for the duration of his explanation, only nodding or making facial expressions that matched the oddity of the story. But she would butt in, then: Oh, yes, because the tiny rabbits would not at all mind a hulking wolf practically taking down their whole warren, trying to force himself in there. Not at all! And she would giggle. A laugh that would later erupt into something wholesome and joyful.

I think the fact that he was trying to enter a ground-hog burrow shows that he didn't have much of a plan at all, she replied, sighing due to exhaustion from laughter. Her chest heaved, and she would lean against the paler man, should he allow. I just wonder—why the sap and mud? How was that supposed to help him 'blend in' with the rabbits? Bella shook her head, confused.

Because if I was a rabbit, the woman started. And a massive creature smelling like my dead brother, covered in my his hair, alongside sap and mud, was trying to push itself into my home, I would not be relaxed at all! If anything, I would be sprinting—or, well, hopping—away in the opposite direction!

She was smiling as she said this, though. Truly comedic.