The voice in the woods.

Max knew he shouldn't have come back. His mother always warned him strangers in the woods were never to be trusted, yet here he was pinned up against a tree gripping ahold of a half eaten muffin he was given and whimpering the like small helpless animal he was as the wolf in front of him sniffed him like he was some kind of snack. Max couldn't get over how unnerving the male's smile was, the freckled bunny couldn't stand to look at the sharp teeth so his mismatched eyes flickered to watch the wolf's tail sway behind him. The wolf was obviously happy to see he had Max in such frightened state.

"Don't worry little bunny, like I promised I'll take good care of you~"

The wolf purred into the small bunny's ear. Max felt his tongue run across the skin of his neck before he pulled back to smile at him with his sharp teeth. The bunny barely had time to think of a goodbye to his mother before everything got dark and his body went limp.