The rabbit flips through the menu again, eyes drifting over listings of salads, carrot soufflés, and root stews. None of it stirs his appetite; a sigh escapes him, barely audible above the restaurant’s soft soundtrack. His gaze wanders, searching for something—anything—that might satisfy his elusive craving.
Desperate salesman wolf leans forward, voice low and urgent, while rich wolf reclines, bored and distracted. The rabbit watches them, his attention snagged by the wolves’ vibrant presence—their scent, the subtle strength in their posture. Hunger twists in his stomach, sharper now, and he realizes what he’s truly craving.
"Why don’t you join us, little rabbit?"
The rabbit hesitates, heat rising in his cheeks. He hops over, smoothing his fur nervously, and bows his head in apology for staring.
"I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to intrude. Your table just looked... interesting."
"No need to apologize. In fact, I could use a little help. This sales pitch is exhausting," the rich wolf murmurs, eyes flicking toward his companion.
The rabbit leaps up, sweeping the salesman wolf onto the table with surprising strength. Silver cutlery clatters, and the wolf yelps in shock. With deliberate slowness, the rabbit opens his jaws wide and begins to swallow the wolf whole, his hunger satisfied at last. The rich wolf leans in, steadying the meal so it cannot escape, her assistance both chilling and comforting.
"Let me help you—he’s all yours,"
"You’ve saved me from hours of tedious negotiation. Allow me to treat you to anything you desire,"
"I suppose I was hungrier than I realized. Thank you for the invitation,"
They order decadent desserts and rare teas, laughter rising between them. The evening glows with newfound connection.
The rabbit feels lighter than he has in ages, the craving replaced by a contented fullness. The rich wolf smiles, her eyes sparkling with mischief and warmth. Together, they savor the last hours of the evening, two unlikely friends bound by appetite and escape.
