Logan had initially thought that the witch-or whatever she might be-had been responsible for turning him into a bunny. He'd spent a full day cursing the Trina lookalike before he started to hear things. Rumors, conjecture, news stories that could be read into now that he knew the sort of thing that went on in the City.
It would seem that people were turning into animals all over the City. Except that he seemed to be the only one who turned into a bunny.
A damn bunny. What the hell was that? He had the worst luck.
He couldn't control the transformations, and had no way of predicting when they would happen. They just... happened. He'd thought maybe it was a moonlight thing, but then it had happened in the middle of the day, in the middle of class no less.
So he was currently stuck as a bunny. He found himself hopping into a courtyard. It took a minute, from this angle, to recognize the guy in the courtyard. But as soon as Logan recognized the cop who'd promised to help him and turned around and thrown him in jail for the night, his mouth curled back into a snarl. The feral rage that had motivated him to bite the Trina lookalike returned. He didn't strike yet, but instead hopped out into view, as if daring the cop to react to the wild animal in his yard.
Granted, a bunny wasn't the most threatening form he could take. But at the moment, he'd take what he could get.