No, he was bait

After seeing they knot what ever hunter that came before you was more advanced to what you could tie at home, you took a glance around the clearing. With little thought you concluded that it was a camp of sorts. “Most be for decoration” you thought as you sorted the ground for a rock or a discarded prop knife. Another thought of the camp crossed your mind as you continued looking and finding more “How long have you been like that?” You asked in a hushed whisper. “10, 15 mintues” the femboy answered with a confused look on his face. You didn’t answer his reply.

Your breath was in your throat as you found an unused rope trap. “They must have been using this place as a landmark to herd prey to,” you mumble to yourself. Looking the trap over you spotted a knife stock onto a log. “What?” The bunny questioned as he watched you return. “Did you get h-“ you froze feeling something pass the back of you head. “Now that enough questions out of you thief.” A voice called from the tree line. “And here I thought a nice fluffy bunny would bring out the big cats and all he got me is a thief,” the voice continued, exiting the shadows of the tree allowing you to see them.