Silver Moraine Race you to the bottom!

After departing from the selfish woman and her thrice-damned hare, Revolver had continued his search for his lady love. They'd had such little time together, but each heart-throbbing second had been glorious. The thrill of independance, the allure of a pretty woman, the excitement of first love, the wonder of the wide, wild world... All good things, and all associated with a white-tipped nose, lavender eyes, and thickly-furred, red-velvet ears. Jubilee.

The male gives an airy sigh even as the weight of his worries begins to wear on him. It's been too long - almost three days since they'd lost sight of each other in that storm. It should've been just a quick moment of panic, but it'd stretched on far longer than the male had ever imagined it might.

She had been the lone constant in his new life - the whole point of it, actually - and now she was gone.

Feeling dejected and a little frightened, Revolver picked his way into the gully with his head hung low; and thus, did not see the very girl he was so desperate to reunite with.