"Sure, but it's not mine to see if she hasn't decided to show me it," Bunny insists, again, to the same spirit.

He's caught between his own whole nature as the sort of animal that this family would have caught, dressed for the oven, and his higher awareness' appreciation for the fact that this is a home, a family, possibly one Kenzie doesn't have anymore.

The prickly werewolf herself is not around to see him cast a concerned glance at her sleeping form, so he goes ahead and does it anyway.