Ginkgo was not the nicest buck to run into. He was short tempered and had a penchant for sticking his nose where it didn't belong. He was stubborn and equally hard working, crude and yet loyal to the warren as a whole. He cared for the rabbits in the warren, but he had an unusual way of showing it and some might choose to call him "hraka," do to his poor behavior. He was still owsla, however, one promoted to position by Cocklebur and with the shifting of power within the warren, he found himself increasingly unsure of just how stable his position would be in the coming seasons.
It was because of this uncertainty, which played on his nerves, that the small, yet swift and merciless buck toned down his usual bully behavior. Toned down was the key phrase. He generally avoided regular warren members, but hlessi were another story all together. They didn't show up often and he still had a bitter taste in his mouth from the arrival of the diseased rabbits... That had been poor judgement in Bracken's case. They were lucky that the warren hadn't been wiped out from that indiscretion.
The buck slipped from his den and trundled up the tunnel-way, which led to the surface. It was still early, yet. The sun hadn't made it's way to the middle of the sky and was, instead, creeping along slowly in that direction. The air was crisp and warm and the hum of insects were gentle in the background. The young buck's nose twitched as he scented the air and checked methodically about his being for any signs of danger. Seeing none, he loped briskly down the hillside, eager to both do his duty and perhaps cause a little mischief.
