Reagan glanced around. "We- We chased this rabbit from our territory-"Amethyst did. "Wh-where are we?" She said, the dead rabbit hanging from her mouth. She didn't recognize anything around her. The trees had become much sparser.
(AMARA GOES BACK IN TIME AND TRAVELS HERE)
"And what are you two Riqueos doing here on our land holding one of our rabbits?" She said suspiciously. Amethyst's eyes grew large as saucers. She dropped the Fluffle and it thudded on the ground.
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At that moment a dark form crashed into Reagan. "You idiots!" Lachlan snarled, at the eruditos, his ears back and muzzle rumpled. He turned to Amara and his face calmed, and he nodded his head in respect. "I sincerely apologize about this. Since this Fluffle was killed on your turf, it certainly belongs to you. I hope you and your tribe can forgive and excuse this mistake."