The sudden and fantastical reality Penthesileia had come to know and accept was jarring at first. Being a wolf was different from being a human. Bunny had a little bit of a learning curve as she adjusted to this new reality. She liked to believe she was as exploratory as the next curious individual, but sometimes, being alone and suddenly realizing she didn't have her books on poetry or her soft, warm blankets to comfort her was a bit much for her to handle.
It was why she resorted to gardening.
Gardening was one of Penthesileia’s go to activities to help destress from an overwhelming day. Especially now since it wasn't like she could bake tons of confectionery sweets and eat them all to her heart's content or read until reality and all its pressures fell away and all she could see was what the words wrote on her books pages. Weaving fantastical tales or indulging her lovesick beart into a beautiful, sordid love affair. Beautiful words tended to move Bunny’s silly little heart.
Feeling overwhelmed, Bunny sought to keep her hands turned paws and the easiest way to do so was by gardening. Food was scarce. Bunny wasn't much of a hunter— she had never killed an animal with her teeth. Never stalked, never actually hunted. In her little cottage Sileia raised meat rabbits for protein. She wasn't adverse to blood and gore for she was used to skinning the rabbits she processed for food, making their furs into gloves, blankets, or even moccasins. Bunny lived off the land and that meant most of her food was foraged if not grown in her own garden, however, her slow, sustainable lifestyle had its limitations, and actual hunting was one of them.
Bunny had never felt confident wielding a weapon, be it a knife, a gun, or a bow and arrow.
Her paws busily shuffled through ferns, her teeth nipping and tugging at weeds while her mud-caked paws dug into the soft earth. She knew that none of the plants she was putting in the ground would yield fruits for months, requiring diligent care and attention, yet the repetitive motions of planting and clearing created a soothing rhythm that calmed her anxieties. She allowed herself to drift into a tranquil state, focusing solely on her task, feeling the earth beneath her paws. Before long, her pretty pink fur was speckled with mud and dirt, the earthy aroma clinging to her as she worked. It was this very focus that kept her from noticing the approaching man and the sound of his heavy pawsteps until he was right beside her.
His voice was deep, but soft— sheepish in quality as if he just stumbled upon Bunny doing something mighty embarrassing. Had she been in the river not far from here, she might have understood the inflection of his voice better, but no, she was just covered in grass, dirt, and plant clippings. Though now that she thought about it, Penthesileia could understand why he may have sounded so startled. She wasn't exactly presentable in the way her Mama taught her to be— though to be fair to the woman, Bunny didn't expect to suddenly have company.
“Oh! Oh, it's — um, its quite alright, sir!” Bunny stuttered out, words tying over her tongue at his sudden appearance and the jolting out of her mind and back into reality. She blinked at him, having to crane her neck upwards for just a bit since he towered over her despite her taller size. She jolted in shock, her mind screaming danger at the presence of a wolf before she blinked soft fern green eyes and realized that no she wasn't in danger. She was a wolf too, no longer a human woman.
She awkwardly shifted, shuffling her paws as if to try and make herself more presentable only to smear the dirt more into her soft fur. She frowned down at herself, snorting softly before turning her attention back to the man, noting his averted gaze. “Um… it’s not a problem. I'm mistaken for a lot of people by accident. You're not the first.” Despite Penthesileia never really sharing physical features with someone, many people still mistook her for a loved one. It had to be the energy she gave off, the vibe that many people mistook for being a loved one when in actuality she was a complete stranger. It's led to many funny and enjoyable interactions though so Bunny never took it to heart.
Still, she often wondered how she could be taken for someone else. Bunny was pretty memorable as a human and now even more so as a wolf. She was tall for one, standing over many men and women and she had all the curves that many women felt envious of. It was difficult sometimes though. The extra padding on her belly and cheeks had been a source of insecurity and don't even get her started on the thickness of her thighs.
She was thick as a human and now even thicker as a wolf since her center of gravity was vastly different from when she was human. She twitched again, suppressing the need to fidget as if to cover herself when in the presence of an admittedly attractive looking man. Ears pinned to the back of her head and her eyes flitted from place to place were the only signs of her discomfort. “Who— um, who are you looking for? P-perhaps I can be of assistance?” She looked at him, trying to meet his gaze before they darted away once more.
sorry, had to rewrite this a couple times before i felt satisfied. Im still trying to find her voice :3