You could smell it on the winds, there was a warmth there now. A heat that suggested warmer months would be coming soon. Summer meant more time to find a new warren for Whitethorn, as he'd grown sick of the one he'd grown up in. He grumbled to himself as he returned to all fours, satisfied for now with his look-around. Here, closer to the earth and among the tall grass he felt safe and quite a deal warmer, but it was difficult to see which way to go in this crisscross maze of tunnels in the newly grown tall grasses.Continuing on, he wrinkled his nose at the thought of the coming cold weather, though it may be a long way off. Anxiety started to settle in, knowing a rabbit was always safer in a warren. This was risky, what he was doing. But the hope of finding a better home lead him on.
Stretching up to see what he could above the foliage again, his ears twitched nervously. It felt too quiet. Tense, almost. There was a pressure in the air, and Whitethorn wasn't one to dismiss his gut on these things.
Even if he was easily startled, always better to be safe than sorry.
Which is why that shadow looked awfully dangerous. Especially since it seemed to be getting bigger. Right over him.
Eyes going wide as he turned sharply downward and started running, he didn't bother to look behind or overhead as he was sure what he'd see. Ripping talons, a cruel beak. Thumping hard with his back legs as his feet touched down, he charged down one of the grass pathways, barreling into another furred body and tumbling over. Breathing hard, he quickly righted himself and didn't bother to apologize, barely stopping to warn the doe before shooting down another passage in the greenery.
"Run! Bird!"
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