Dragoncrest Cliffs Ti gason

”We cannot know, which one be de right one. But we cover up as many as we can, an’ hope day is de way dey run.” The mother replied with a shrug of her shoulder. The rabbits were underground, out of sight. She began to scuffle dirt into the nearest hole she’d found, blocking that off as an exit. When she looked over at Étienne, she was about to inform him on what to do when he posed an odd question. 

She looked at him and leaned a bit closer, so she could peer into his eyes to see if she could determine his meaning. He could feel their vibrations…Something about the ocean…Waves? She drew closer, and placed her paws on the ground. ”You feel…” She’d not thought of using the ground as a means of sending movement. Her paws were tough, her paw pads thick. But Etienne’s paws were small, young and soft. Perhaps…

She reached to nuzzle his cheek. ”Ti Rena entelijan mwen an!” She praised. ”I fill in de ‘oles, an den will be still- you try an’ fin’ dem, an’ den we go for de kill.”