Bunny in the bush

They hadn't even made it a quarter mile down the "forbidden" trail when they heard rustling.

Not squirrel rustling.

Not wind-in-the-leaves rustling.

Nope. This was panicked, *desperate* rustling.

Allen raised a brow and motioned for Fina to stop. "You hear that?"

"I hear someone losing a fight with a bush," Fina whispered, ears twitching. "And they're losing bad."

They crept forward through the undergrowth until Allen peeked around a thick patch of ferns—and froze.

Bent over in the dirt, kicking helplessly at some clingy vines, was a bunny girl.

And not just any bunny girl.