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U'thulroo sighed and pushed some pebbles around in front of her. She was too restless to sleep, it was not quite time for silflay and it was too cold outside to leave the warren without a good reason. There was always digging, but the earth was harder during the winter season and she didn't feel the urge to dig right now.

So she pushed her pebbles back and forth, keeping an eye on the activity around her to see if anything interesting would happen. Some fighting among the males or perhaps a storyteller would tell a story? Anything!

The sound of paws against dirt, pebbles clicking and the soft noise of rabbits moving around blended together into a soothing background noise that was relaxing and comforting at once. They were never alone in the warren so there was always security in numbers. She sniffed, breathing in the familiar scent of rabbits. No one smelled angry or upset so she had no high hopes of an entertaining brawl. U'thulroo was deep in thought despite her restless shuffling and didn't notice Sage approaching at first.

“Hm. Are they all dark?”

Her ears twitched, but that was the only indication that the buck had startled her somewhat. Dark? Oh, bobstones! She looked down at her paw, feeling the pebbles under it, and realised that she had no idea what they looked like. This could become interesting.

"Oh, I don't know," she said, grinning at the spotty male, "Lets find out!"

She slowly removed her paw revealing two black ones and one medium grey.

"Close enough, huh?" she said playfully, "Beginners luck perhaps?"

She smiled up at him, and decided she liked this buck. She was usually a sore loser (and unfortunately an even worse winner), but she was feeling charitable today. He had relieved her of her boredom after all.

"Sage," she said, committing the name to memory, "I'm called U'tuhlroo, and no... I don't think we have been properly introduced before."

U'tuhlroo's nose twitched as she inhaled and memorized the buck's scent in addition to his name. There were always individual differences, even if all the warren members naturally had the familiar scent of Watership Down. It was useful to know the other's in the warren by scent and U'thulroo took pride in never needing to be introduced to someone twice.

"You've been outside," she stated, catching a hint of grass and wet dirt. "How's the weather?"

He’d been about to respond when another doe did it for him. She was right too; it was still dark and cold, even if it should’ve been Ni-Frith about now. He straightened up a bit, ears twitching as he listened to the newcomer’s impression with mirth.

“Not the Chief’s bones! We best prepare for the worst then.”

He replied with a smirk. Sage was rather fond of the Chief, and found some of his moments endearing at times. But, he still did a quick sweep to see if perhaps any from Owsla had heard his remark. Not seeing any, he inclined his head towards the two does once more.

“No, I don’t believe we have until just now, U'tuhlroo. A shame, though. I’m sure you would’ve gotten the better of me a bobstones time and time again had we met younger. I was rather poor at it, and I wouldn’t be surprised if this turn was just a patch of luck.”

He then shook his head as the new doe excused herself.

“It’s no trouble, I’m sure others have heard us here. We’re not exactly in a private tunnel. Though, you’re right about the weather. I do hope it let’s up soon, many are growing too restless, and it might even make some go tharn if they feel too trapped.”

Nightshade couldn't help a laugh of her own at Sage's dramatic response. She too thought nothing of the fact that they might get in trouble with some of the more stuffy members of the Owsla. One in particular, especially.

With ears twitching in amusement she looked to the other doe and nodded with her own lop-sided grin. "Certainly! Who would you like? Our beloved Captain perhaps?"

Again Nightshade coughed lightly before going into her next impression with a stern voice. "You there! That's my spot. Silflay somewhere else! And you, stop prattling like an idiot! I'll show you who 'sat on a thistle'!" Granted it was a bit overdone, but Nightshade's jest was made clear with the smirk on her face.

The black doe then perked up. "Bobstones? Oh I do love that game! Are you two playing?"

The second impression was met with another bout of snorting laughter from U'tuhlroo. She thumped her foot in delight, obviously enjoying Nightshade's sense of humour.

"That does sound like something he would say," she giggled, "Sat on a thistle... That's great!"

At the prospect of a bobstone game she quickly sobered up and started gathering the pebbles she had scattered around. There were quite a few so they should be able to play a few rounds at least. Now how to start... She shuffled the pebbles around, trying to make sure that the other two couldn't peek at the ones she chose.

"Sure, we can play," she said, finally making her decision, "And I'll hold you to that wager Sage..."

On an impulse she hid pebbles under both front paws.

"There," she said with a satisfied grin, "One for you Sage and one for you... err... this is embarrassing. I'm pretty sure I've met you before but I can't remember your name."

((Tried to come up with a fair way of doing this. Let your bunny pick a paw and then throw the dice. If you get the same number as me I'll take that as a correct guess and answer accordingly in my next post. I hope this works!))