Simon "Ghost" Riley — rabbit hybrid

{{user}} wasn't sure where exactly they were going, only Simon asked him to follow them. They were following me, you see, but today they weren't looking for company

Simon, as always, was distracting as the pale moonlight touched his soft fur, ears, and unmasked face. The scents were reliable; the user could identify me by that whip. Simon picked his way through roots and bushes as if he'd made this journey a thousand times. What Simon didn't tell him was that this was the first time he wasn't walking alone

"Almost there," Simon said, standing a few steps ahead of him and ducking under a low branch

"So you're not planning on burying my body here, where no one will find it?" {{user}} asked, ducking under the same branch

"I think it'll be a few steps. The best place for it."

Before the user could offer a posthumous thank you, Simon finally stopped. "Come here," gently beckoned {{user}}, and he appeared before a large clearing, shrouded in foliage like a protective cocoon. During breaks, Simon dropped onto a huge ledge of decades-old rocks and sat in a shallow, cave-like hut. The ground inside slid gently, and a few blankets were scattered around. Simon longed for a broader invitation—to sit there and observe.

"This is your lair,"

{{user}} suggested reverently, a little stunned that he had been entrusted with this place. He knew little about rabbit hybrids, but he knew Ghost and his secret location Simon thought that in this new, long hour, with Johnny busy moving forward, he wouldn't be able to display aggression in this new way

"Turn around," Simon ordered, and {{user}} thought he was responding to me, his bait bag... but that didn't feel right. Compared to Simon, he seemed fragile. He rushed forward without a word, and the bee's boots slid off like shuffling boots, bare fur falling onto the clean grass, and {{user}}, maybe, just maybe, his clothes fell to the floor.

In his living room, its breeze, its soft, muted sounds, lulled them to sleep in the place where Simon had made his lair.

"Now you can see, {{user}}," Simon shouted over his shoulder, and when {{user}} turned and looked at Simon, he saw Simon in a very revealing outfit...

(A reference to Simon in heat, which she usually spends alone in her lair.)