I heard a bleating scream from outside the wagon and peered out the back, Gint at my elbow. ‘Bramblehorn,’ he muttered. ‘Stinking beasts.’ Bramblehorns were akin to sheep, though their thick, shaggy, coarse wool was the colour of moss, and their curling horns were barbed and deadly looking. The animals were hardy and capable of surviving even the most adverse conditions. They also didn’t like being herded.

Hello! I was just curious, how long have you had your rabbits, and what initially led to you getting them? (If you feel like sharing of course.) I always enjoy hearing other rabbit people's stories. :)