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The trip to the barn from the silo was a short one, though the wind ripping through the bare fields to blow against the buildings was bitterly cold.

What little light remained from the setting sun shone a thin trace of light across the barn floor between the two ill-fitting doors. Though creaky they open with ease, and the barn looks well-kept.

Newly swept out, the knocked over food bin from before obviously cleaned up and put somewhere else. The old rabbit hutch has had it's legs knocked out and now sits right on the floor, patched up and still well-worn.

Sheep low softly, sleeping far to the right in a large stall, though the horse stalls remain empty; you could see them outside in a fenced run on your way in. Covered in blankets, but still grouped together for warmth.

Even the windows look like they've been washed as light reflects off of bits of metal here and there, tiny glistenings of gold, orange and red where they hit.

It's quiet too. Very quiet.

"Keep your wits about you." The smaller buck stood on his hind legs as he spoke to the larger owsla in somewhat of a salute, before turning his golden gaze to the rabbits they were leading. He knew all of them but one, a hlessi that wished to join them. He was scowling, but not because he was angry with any of them, but because such an expression seemed worn in to his features to the point of never changing. They were strong rabbits, or at least they seemed it, and hopefully they would all make it through.

"Listen up. Why we're here is no secret or surprise. We need flay for the down desperately, else we wouldn't be taking such drastic measures. Look for anything edible and gather as much of it as you can safely carry. We'll also see if there are more hutch rabbits to bring back. I don't need to warn you of the dangers here. Keep quiet." He didn't necessarily like hutch rabbits, but fresh blood was fresh blood and they couldn't exactly be picky right now.

"Charcoal, is your leg and back still sore?" The black buck had nearly run with the black rabbit. To see him standing there was impressive, yet he was worried the wounds would serve as a handicap.

"We need you in tip top shape. You are our first line of defense against elil. As a runner, you are to help us keep watch for any of the thousand and, should they appear, you are to distract them. Do you understand?" It was common sense, but the buck had been through a lot and he was freshly promoted. The tawny buck felt the need to cover the basics.

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The buck remained on his haunches as he surveyed the scene for any signs of danger. He was hell bent on making sure the rabbits all made it back to the down, though he knew he was asking much of Frith with that silent request. His ears, which had been ripped over the course of many a scrap, swiveled this way and that. He briefly glanced towards the barn's cracked door, hoping Dragon would return soon with the all clear.

"Good, Charcoal. You're a tough buck." It was the closest to a compliment the buck could muster at a moment, given the circumstances. That and dishing out thanks weren't part of the tawny, short male's repertoire. It was at that moment he noticed Bloodroot moving. Was he leaving...?

"Hlessi, were are you going?"

No, he had caught sight of something that made the owsla feel a bit better about this entire affair. At least they had something to show for the trip, to give to the marli and kittens. That did not mean he trusted the stranger, however, and he arched a brow ever so slightly.

"Great. Hold tight to it. At least we know there is flay still here. Keep your eyes peeled, everyone." They'd be entering the barn soon and he was not too keen on that.

Target

Bloodroot
Ginkgo
Charcoal
Mud