Many, many summers passed after the liberation of Aerinlir. Cypress-rah
was a good and just Chief Rabbit, and brought another rabbit by the name of
Hazel to the top of General Woundwort's mind several times in their long
companionship. For the first few years, the two were inseparable.
However, Cypress-rah began to rely more and more on his own judgment and
General Woundwort left him to being Chief Rabbit alone. But they never
stopped being friends.
The General, in his third summer at Vlilfan, became a nurturing father for the first time in his long life. He mated with a doe called Wintercress, and she bore him a litter. He named each of the kittens himself. The strongest male was named Thlayli-roo. Even as a kitten, deaf and blind, Thlayli-roo reminded Woundwort of his namesake. He even grew in his namesake's large thatch of fur on the top of his head. The does he named Snowberry and Buttercup. His favorite male out of the litter he called Hawkweed.
Woundwort became a favorite in Aerinlir for his stories of Efrafa- and he told them many times to crowds of young rabbits. He was a sort of legend to the younger generation of rabbits in the warren, and he even taught the Owsla about the Wide Patrols that had kept Efrafa so safe.
He often wondered what happened to Efrafa and Watership Down after his escape from the dog. He hoped they fared well.
General Woundwort died in his sleep, out on the downs one sunny fall day. He was finally greeted warmly by the Black Rabbit of Inle', who'd waited for him all this time.
The General, in his third summer at Vlilfan, became a nurturing father for the first time in his long life. He mated with a doe called Wintercress, and she bore him a litter. He named each of the kittens himself. The strongest male was named Thlayli-roo. Even as a kitten, deaf and blind, Thlayli-roo reminded Woundwort of his namesake. He even grew in his namesake's large thatch of fur on the top of his head. The does he named Snowberry and Buttercup. His favorite male out of the litter he called Hawkweed.
Woundwort became a favorite in Aerinlir for his stories of Efrafa- and he told them many times to crowds of young rabbits. He was a sort of legend to the younger generation of rabbits in the warren, and he even taught the Owsla about the Wide Patrols that had kept Efrafa so safe.
He often wondered what happened to Efrafa and Watership Down after his escape from the dog. He hoped they fared well.
General Woundwort died in his sleep, out on the downs one sunny fall day. He was finally greeted warmly by the Black Rabbit of Inle', who'd waited for him all this time.