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Violence was bound to occur. He'd expended a lot of energy avoiding it, remembering clearly the shambling grey things he'd fought in the last dream and the discomfort of never knowing exactly what it was that he was slaughtering.

He could avoid it no longer. He'd thought the stretch of forest he was fumbling blindly down was a safe one, one that he'd thoroughly explored before in one of his aimless, badly-lost wanderings, but instead a tree hurled a statement at him that sounded, he couldn't help but feel, like America doing a bad impression of Taym, and he found himself finally learning to use the tools at his disposal.

It was very fortunate for him that the bunny that had been following him (and the amount of time he'd spent curled up cuddling said bunny was a thing he would never, ever confess to) apparently had a better sense of what to do than he did.

With a final swipe of its ridiculously-dainty claws, the bunny dispatched the tree, which sort of shriveled up where it was rooted with another whiny America-makes-fun-of-Taym comment.

The bunny hopped nonchalantly back over to Waxwing's feet, and sat up to tranquilly comb its ears, enemy dispatched and purpose served.

"You're gonna disappear when I wake up," he informed it mournfully.