Shadewood but we go where we want to

Moving with more slow ease than a python, he watched the fae slither slowly forward towards an upturned yet tucked away mound, one with a barely visible hole, slightly flecked with droppings but screaming through his nose that several rabbits lived here. Atleast a small family of them. He was going home wait atleast 3, he determined.

However, Gwen had already spotted the family who had freed themselves to bask in the morning glean of light and opportunistic time to bond above the burrows. Even more crouched to the frosty floor, Cry kept just as frozen as his surroundings while they soundlessly moved closer. Just as one rabbit had bent to clean himself, floppy stick ears scooting out as he groomed himself, Cry too had thrown himself forward.