Eyes, neither blue nor green stared back the way home. The warren, things had gone bad; and he had seen it before it had happened. Shadows running from burrows while other ran into them. The grass wavering and shifting, hiding the fleeing and coming shadows and suddenly black birds exploded from a few of the still shadows. He had not known what it meant, but he did now. Many rabbits were running; others came to steal more; and others tried to stop it.
With a small shiver, Swansong looked from the warren; to the wilds. He did not know what to do. In the chaos, he could find no one he knew; Owsla pushed and bit him to move him back into the warren, others tried pushing him out. Now here it was quiet, but as if to mock him he watched the trees cast shadows all around him that danced from the wind. He was scared, and felt smaller then he ever had in the warren. So here he sat, curled into a small ball.
During winter his white fur hid him, but now in the summer he shown like the single thistle among leaves. Now and then his ear would twitch and move, the creek that was near tumbled over rocks making a soothing sound. This was the only thing keeping the small and scared rabbit from going tharn.
With a small shiver, Swansong looked from the warren; to the wilds. He did not know what to do. In the chaos, he could find no one he knew; Owsla pushed and bit him to move him back into the warren, others tried pushing him out. Now here it was quiet, but as if to mock him he watched the trees cast shadows all around him that danced from the wind. He was scared, and felt smaller then he ever had in the warren. So here he sat, curled into a small ball.
During winter his white fur hid him, but now in the summer he shown like the single thistle among leaves. Now and then his ear would twitch and move, the creek that was near tumbled over rocks making a soothing sound. This was the only thing keeping the small and scared rabbit from going tharn.
