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Man with white rabbit ears and jaw-length silver-white hair leans on a wooden pillar with his eyes closed. He is a bunny named Wolf. He wears a red button down shirt and a red and black bandana around his neck. In the background there are large sofas, red flowers and paintings on the stone walls. A speech bubble reads "Who am I? That's a good question..."

A Bunny Named Wolf

Man with white rabbit ears and jaw-length silver-white hair leans on a wooden pillar with his eyes closed. He is a bunny named Wolf. He wears a red button down shirt and a red and black bandana around his neck. In the background there are large sofas, red flowers and paintings on the stone walls. A speech bubble reads "Who am I? That's a good question..."
Who is this mysterious, confusing person?

A bunny named Wolf? Isn’t that a contradiction?

A very good question, indeed, because it doesn’t have one easy answer.


See, I’m a Wolf of many faces, many skills, some of them I like to share, others are available for a price. A more pertinent question might be “How did you end up here?” because that would be a long story but I’ll save that for later.

For now I’ll say hello! I am Wolf Fleuret, your local neurodiverse, nonbinary bun and I’ll be sharing pictures from my adventures, my home, journals of exploration and the history of my many faces, all with a rather eclectic, slightly forgetful, British accent. You can also keep a lookout for original artwork made in Clip Studio Paint and the occasional random rambling post about things that I love. Be warned, there is also a fairly high probability of cat pictures and dad-jokes.

Bunny man known as Wolf with white rabbit ears and jaw-length silver-white hair leans on a wooden pillar and looks over his shoulder to the camera. He wears a red button down shirt and a red and black bandana around his neck. In the background there are large sofas and a stone fireplace with torches that light the room behind him.
You might think my name is ironic, but it’s well-earned.

Now, how did I earn my name? That’s an entire novella in itself, but all the shorthand credit goes to my lovely nonbinary wife Hen. Once upon a time, I called her a pecking mother hen while she fussed trying to organise a group of unruly mercenaries into some semblance of order, she turned around and called me a wolf, because I wouldn’t let her new nickname go! It’s still stuck like very sticky stuff does, but I embrace it, and her. We’re pretty inseparable these days, so I’m certain you’ll see her around.

Everything being said, I’m excited to join the crew and I look forward to sharing with you my little creations!

I’m off for a cup of Twinings best breakfast blend (Shh don’t tell the coffee goblins) Ta-ta!

A man with white rabbit ears and jaw-length silver-white hair, known as Wolf, wears a dark charcoal robe and faces the camera with his head a little to one side. His right eye is deep blue and his left is amethyst purple. Who is this mysterious person? One of the pictures from my adventures.
This is my happy face.

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