Just then, a sharp pain shot through the back of Eric's neck, and his entire body was lifted into the air. Dazed, Eric opened his eyes to meet a pair of disdainful ones.
"Getting torn to shreds by a bunch of wild rabbits, you're truly a rare specimen for the Snow Wolf tribe."
Embarrassed, Eric curled his legs. It was Anna, Michael's mother. He stammered a greeting.
Anna merely gave him a cool glance, then stomped her foot on the ground. The earth shook, the rabbit burrow collapsed, and all the rabbits inside were knocked unconscious by the tremor.
"Wow!" Eric's eyes sparkled as he looked at Anna, clapping his front paws together.
"My Michael was much better than you at your age." Anna said, but still used a vine to string up all the rabbits, carrying Eric as she headed back.
Fearing the rabbits would wake up and run away, Eric dispatched them immediately, carefully collecting their blood in a basin. He could finally make his favorite dish: boiled blood pudding.
