Rakovanite waited until Calaverite was at least out of his sight (though not off his aura radar) before he approached the small, fluffy bundles that had been discarded in the snow. As he knelt, two of the three perked to life immediately and bounced away while staring at him through wild, crazy eyes, as if they expected that he would do something terrible to them. They had just endured Calaverite, so Rakovanite tried not to take it personally.

The third wheezed as Rakovanite gave it a nudge to encourage it to do the same. It hopped once (so not dead, at least), but its breaths were raspy, and its movements much slower and more wobbly than the others.

He’d wanted to…

Well, Rakovanite didn’t actually know what he’d wanted to do when he stopped to check on Calaverite’s victims. It hadn’t seemed right to leave incapacitated rabbits in the snow, but then he didn’t exactly know what to do with one that wasn’t in peak form. He didn’t have enough information on rabbit anatomy and likelihood of healing to decide if it was kinder to let it go or just… cease its struggles now.

It didn’t really benefit him to finish it… And it probably preferred to survive even through any pain or mangling, as most base creatures did. He didn’t know how long it would survive, or if it would have any joyous memories from this part of its life forward. It may only struggle and suffer until it stopped breathing a handful of days or hours or minutes from now… But he didn’t know.

He didn’t have enough information.

And so as he did when he didn’t have the knowledge to ensure he acted appropriately, Rakovanite decided to do nothing. But of what he did know, he decided it was at least best to not leave it in the open. He took a pace forward to bring him to where the creature had taken a few weak hops. He knelt down and tenderly scooped it up by slipping both hands beneath its back legs, the same way he carried Dusk, his chinchilla, when he wanted to pick her up. Even if he didn’t believe he was doing this rabbit any favors, he still moved to a sculpted bush, covered in snow and protected on one side by how tall the snow bank had gotten.

He set the little bundle as far beneath the cover as he could reach, then murmured a quiet apology for its misfortune, before he teleported away, off in the direction Calaverite had gone moments prior.