Before him loomed the Bunnery, tall and ancient before him. Shibani didn't have many memories of the place, honestly, other than the fact that it was difficult to sleep with so many kits squirming and squeaking around him, but somehow it still felt inviting whenever life brought him here. The place just carried a lovely warmth to it that wooed him to rest there. A welcoming aura.
Or maybe it was just the incubation system that kept the kits warm as they slept during the winter. He woul...
