When the chaos started-- fuzzy, fluffy things intent on tearing them all limb from limb, he'd made the march up to the compound, a heavy, crudely-made axe in hand, pilfered from the city below their feet.

When he found her, he was glad-- almost proud to see that she was holding her own.

"Need some help, love?" he asked, eying the fluffy creature and its surprisingly wicked set of snapping bunny teeth.