Rowan reached down and picked up the tiny bunny as gently as she could. The tiny thing squeaked but didn't move anymore to bite her. Its small body trembled as its shallow, fast breathing wracked its small frame.
-Can you go grab me a towel off the counter in the kitchen? - Rowan asked Burger, sending him a mental picture of where the towel was.
Within seconds burger was back with the requested towel, and Rowan quickly wrapped the bunny up. The poor animal was hurt much worse than Burger had been, and Rowan wasn't sure what to do. She looked around the room for her phone. But once again, realized that she STILL had not gotten Fyn's phone number.
She grabbed her keys and whistled for Burger.
-We're going to take the bunny to Fyn- she told him. -Hopefully, he'll know what to do-
Burger
