Ninebark remained silent, but gave Bramblebur a small nod in response to his words. He doubted he would have reason to disturb their leader, if Frith smiled upon them and gave them at least a small amount of time to relax. Sadly, Frith seemed to do much more frowning now a days.
The crimson furred rabbit gave a sideways glance at Shire, then shifted himself slowly and silently towards the scrapes, where he had settled himself not far from Vreka. The small burrow was spacious enough for his girth and was pleasant, despite being a small, makeshift home.
One thing was for sure, he missed his old warren, despite the prejudice that had been held against e and the black furred doe. Things always got worse before they got better. Hopefully the great sun would shine in their favor soon. He and the others could use it, that was for sure. It didn't take a sixth sense to see how all the death had been affecting every one of the escaped rabbits. He had a feeling in his gut that his hopes would not be answered and that it would only get worse.
