Scotch
Scotch perked his ears at the sound of birds singing their morning songs above him. That's usually how he liked to wake up in the morning. The rabbit got to his feet and hopped out of his log den, then standing on his hine legs, listening/looking for danger. Seeing or hearing nothing, Scotch carried on, hopping toward the meadow where he usually ate clovers,grass, and almost everything edible for a rabbit there. He was also hoping to find a new friend, one to stick around with if possible, but finding the perfect one would be hard for him, and it always is hard to tell because he always had to make sure his soon to be 'friend' didn't clamp his jaws around his neck. But, Scotch let that slide out of his head, he just carried on.