His first reaction was, naturally, a frown. There was a kid, speaking English and expectantly holding a juvenile wild creature in his face. Well, metaphorically, given that this child barely reached his chest in height.
“You shouldn’t just touch wild animals,” he stated somewhat briskly, scrutinizing gaze fixed on the young rabbit. The animal seemed properly traumatized by being picked up and grabbed by a human, which was probably a circumstance most wild animals preferred to avoid.
He spoke out of concern, of course, though Ludwig’s way of being concerned probably screamed of rudeness to most.
“Oh, I already got a rabies shot after I was bit by a rat earlier this year! I’ll be fine!” he assured, pulling the rabbit close to his chest so he could go back to gently petting it. It was so small, so soft; The only baby animals he saw on a regular basis were seagull chicks, but they weren’t quite as cute and they tended to bite. The tiny creature shuddered in his hands, and Peter softly shushed it in hopes of helping calm it.
Bushy brows furrowed slightly in concern. How was he going to feed it? Rabbits ate plants, but he assumed babies would need special milk. Hopefully he could find some at a pet store. “He was all alone out there, and I couldn’t just leave him! What if something ate him, or someone stepped on him, or... or what if he just ended up being alone forever? I’ve got to help.”
