Mud Flower stood atop a log next to the river, her ears twitching this way and that as she listened for the sounds of danger. She was ever alert and ever vigilant for something that was amiss. Her head swiveled this way and that scanning back and forth, her sharp eyes scanning the bush. She had chosen this particular log because of the keenly placed hole in it, she was standing next to a hole in the side of the log that would provide and easy escape route should she come across any problems. Despite the fact that there were Owsla here, and for the most part it was safe, she still felt the need to be on guard at all times.
She laid her ears back at that, she should trust these rabbits. She had known them at birth, it was not their fault she had been lost for a little while, living her life as a hlessi for sometime before coming back here. Her time as a rogue rabbit was terrifying, and had taught her many great lessons about life. While she was happy to have come back to a place that had welcomed her so openly and while she was even happier to have found Creek… she still… there was just something. She hopped from the log with a sigh settling herself down in the plush grass to graze a bit.
There was something missing, though she couldn’t quite place her finger on it, she wasn’t sure what it could even be. She had wanted to find Creek for a long time, had wanted a place to keep herself safe. Yet despite that she still didn’t feel completely safe, always she was vigilant and alert, protecting the warren in her own way. She had watched the other does, watched the bucks, and while she was happy, there still was a piece missing. She munched on the piece of grass sighing softly to herself as her tail flicked in mild agitation.
What was she going to do? Would she leave? She thought about that for a moment before shaking her head. No, even if she didn’t feel completely safe here, she did feel safer and Creek needed her to protect her. She would die for her sister, who was such a timid doe. She shook her head again; she would figure something out, with time. There was bound to be something that would fill the hole that had found its way into her gut.
