Vetch hit the ground with a thud, the breath knocked out of her. She turned and saw the smallest doe she had ever seen. Delirious with exhaustion, she began to shake with laughter, “You- you’re no bigger than a kit! What business do you have trying to catch me!“ With that, she promptly thumped Laufen atop her head, knocking her unconscious.
Noting that no other rabbits were pursuing her, she slackened her pace, slowing making her way to the prairie warren. Upon arival, she saw quite the sight.
No… how is it possible… Rissa, a second rank in the Thicket Burrow, was standing over the broken corpse of Chief Veritas. “YOU! You there! Thicket doe! That… that... I’ll tell you now I had my mind set on being the end of that rabbit, and here you traipse in!“ Vetch continued on her rant, but her words began to slur from fatigue, and she was vaguely aware of the wound on her neck beginning to bleed again. She then briskly collapsed into a heap on the moor.
(Woah so much happened. And do remember not to kill other peoples characters without their permission.)