"Never feed rabbits carrots! Unhealthy stuff that, give you diabetes. Instead look for the leafy greens like curry leaves, but no water. What sort of an Indian are you if you can't handle a bit of spice? Chicken, pork, cow, it's all good. Unless you're one of them Arabs. Wait! No, it's Jews. Always the Jews, with their kosher and their milk. See those pokey bits? Not good eating. So that drippy stuff? You should fry that."<br/><br/>For once Rock Hammer was listening to his voices intently, mostly to hear what they had to say about the "Bunny" in front of him. It was actually a razor boar, but in hindsight, he doesn't know the difference between the two. He just figured a bunny was a small creature he could eat. The razor boar in front of him was small. Now if he could eat it-<br/><br/>"Always look for the bright side of things! And the upper side, and the behind, and the east side! But fuck the west side, they're getting too much credit. JUMP!"<br/><br/>Rock Hammer's eyes grew wide and he did as the voices ordered, jumping into the air. It seemingly did nothing, but than he heard rustling from behind him. How he had not noticed the<span style="font-style: italic">bears</span>following him, Rock Hammer cursed the voices. He knew it was bears because they smelled of bears, but he could not see them. He could guess there was maybe seven, eight of them around. Did bears normally hunt in packs? He consulted the voices.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Do bears hunt in packs?"</span><br/><br/>"A fair fight to them is 'We outnumber the FUCK outa you'. Say hi! Give them a hug! Them good eating. Yao guai exhibit a gentle, familial bond toward one another when found together, suggesting a sense of honor and parenthood amongst them."<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"I don't think they want to adopt me..."</span>Rock Hammer took out his Rock Hammer and began to back up towards the razor boar. He wasn't afraid to fight the bears, but he wanted to know where they were at first. If they get the jump on him, even he won't be able to fight back. He had to shut out the voices for now and focus on the bears around him. Despite the lack of foliage aside from the red trees Rock Hammer could not see them. He listened, carefully, even used his nose, and than swung his hammer up.<br/><br/>One of the bears were attacking him from above. Rock Hammer grimaced as red liquid splattered on his face. At first it though it was just the bear's blood, but it was actually the sap from the tree's that the bear at on it's claws, which managed to hit him in the face. The burning sensation on Rock Hammer's face died down when he saw the bear fall, but much to his displeasure it was not dead. It stood up with a manged nose dripping blood, but it growled at him. And suddenly there was more growling.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Why couldn't it just be wolves?"</span><br/><br/>It all happened so fast. One moment Rock Hammer was standing in front of a little pig, and the next five seconds he was running through the redwood forest, but not before scooping up the razor boar in his immensely large hands. He wasn't going to stay and fight the pack of bears. But he wasn't sure how far he could outrun them, and he didn't know these woods as well as they did. If they were smart enough to ambush him from above, they might be smart enough to flank him, and than he'll just be in one huge mess. His best bet was to get to the high ground; he didn't want to climb trees since bears climbed trees, so he was going to run for the hills. WIth any luck maybe he'll find a boulder to throw at them or something.<br/><br/>Rock Hammer have the boar a curiosity glance, and... Was the boar talking to him?<br/><br/>"Run forest run! I always wanted to say that. Hey, do you hear that? Like a buzzing noise? Find that, and you'll be safe!"<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Buzzing noise? What buzzing noise? I don't hear anything like that."</span><br/><br/>"Squee! Oh, forget it than! Look, a hill! Go up there, there's a hole you can hide in. Or, well, a hole I can hide in. It's my rabbit hole. You're too big though, sorry. But I think I left a grenade around there you could use, but those telly tubbies are about to give you a hug!"<br/><br/>Sure enough the bears were hot on Rock Hammer's heel. Their snow-matted fur made it difficult for Rock Hammer to see them, though as they continued to give chase the snow was falling off their hide and revealing their true form. There was ten of them, with the biggest and meanest leading the pack.