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Frith had grown quite, nothing ever came out of it. It didn't speak even a whisper is stranded tunes. It had simply stopped and drifted along the sky, observing, but not interfering; it did not care or it simply could not see.

The fog had grown completely opaque; it emitted a strange unnatural glow that illuminated the grass. The dense fog made the old tree simply a ghastly silhouette with claws that reached towards the white sky.

The rabbits of the honeycomb noticed this but did not hesitate. After all, if they couldn't see their enemies, their enemies couldn't see them; Thus thy continued silflaying.

Inside the honeycomb in the chief rabbits burrow sat four rabbits. The chief rabbit, Bigwig, Hawkbit, and Blackberry. The chief rabbit had called them for an assignment he needs them to do.

"We are running out of flayrah to eat," he proclaimed, "well need you four to go and get some from the garden nearby."

"You can count on us! Blackberry-rah!" Bigwig replied. However, Hawkbit seemed less inclined.

"But Blackberry-rah, we can't just stroll out into the fog; we'll get lost!"

The chief rabbit answered. "That's why You're bringing Blackberry with you. She can find her way out of Efrafa with her eyes closed," he gave a soft chuckle.

Blackberry lifted her head up slightly higher. She felt proud.

Hawkbit mumbled something about them "having the same name", and "that's why he chose her". But no other rabbit took notice.

While many rabbits had stayed outside to eat or to play, Speedwell and Thistle had decided to stay in as Thistle said his leg felt "funny." Speedwell being the caring father he is decided that a trip to the clinical burrows would be a good idea, and he talked with strawberry, who said that he should stay in and refrain from any major activity.

Speedwell had decided to pass the time with stories from his adventures to Watership down as well as some classic tales as well. Thistle listened intently on each of them and asked many questions such as "was it scary?", "what was hazel like?" all of which Speedwell and happily.

"Dad? Could you tell me about the bad rabbit again?" Thistle asked politely. He had heard of General Woundwort but had never known what he was like.

"Ok thistle," Speedwell replied cheerfully.

"Woundwort was a bad rabbit indeed; he was one of the biggest out there!"

"Even bigger than Bigwig?"

"Even bigger than Bigwig. He was a good soul, albeit corrupted. I've heard that he helped with does when the digging got rough and would take command if a rabbit got tired. But of course, his bad traits greatly outway his good. He didn't know when to quit; he would rather die in a battle than live another day. He didn't fear death, he wasn't afraid to die,"

"But isn't that a good thing" Thistle cocked his head to the side.

"It would be a good thing if he wasn't so evil. Bigwig told me that he made his warren a prison. He would only let his rabbits out during certain parts of the day. And Bigwig also told me how he ordered his chiefs to imprison and/or kill anyone who disobeyed." Speedwell finished.

"Killing is a bad thing to do," Thistle said, a hint of sadness threaded until his voice.

"That's right Thistle, killing is bad,"

"Have you ever killed anyone?" Thistle asked.

Speedwell was taken aback by this question, visions of his nightmare flashed in his head, the dead body, the blood. but then reasoned that Thistle was young and curiosa, and didn't mean any offense. "No, I have not."

"That's good!"Thistles cheer returned to his voice, "why do elil kill?"

"Well, that's a simple question Thistle and a great segue into our next story! You see…"

The two stayed in the clinical warren for many more hours, Speedwell entertained Thistle as he recovered.

"Blackberry? Are we sure we're going the right way? My Feet are starting to hurt, and I think Bigwig is going to collapse any minute now!" Hawkbit shouted and looked back at Bigwig, who was huffing and puffing.

Bigwig, Hawkbit, and Blackberry had been traveling through the fog for what seemed like days, and even though Blackberry was certain they were going the right way, the pain in her paws drained away from her confidence. That wasn't all. What was once nice warm weather an hour ago turned into frigid temperatures, as if it had turned to winter.

"Just a little farther, Hawkbit!" Blackberry called back.

"I don't think Bigwig can," Speedwell said.

Blackberry glanced behind her to see a silhouette of Bigwig hunching over and breathing heavily.

"Fine, I guess we'll rest here for a while."

Bigwig breathes the words thank you but no one had noticed.

The trio bunched together for warmth and tried to relax.

"It was stupid of Blackberry-rah to send us out here," Hawkbit grumbled into Bigwigs flank. "I thought he got picked because he was smart!" Hawkbit gave a quick tremor.

"Hawkbit, I wouldn't be talking, aren't you the one who said storing flayrah in the deep burrows was a good idea? And then what happened? It all got ruined after the rain that's what!" Bigwig spoke

"Oh, now the fat rabbit starts talking!"

Bigwig, quick as lighting, sat up and glared at Hawkbit, to which the annoying rabbit shrunk back.

"Take that back, or I'll claw off your ears!" Bigwig growled.

"Oh! Does the Owsla captain suddenly very concourse about his weight?" Hawkbit said in a mocking tone.

"Hey! Break it up you two!" Blackberry scolded.

The two bucks looked at Blackberry, embarrassment in their eyes, and then walked away from each other. Only for them to huddle back together not ten seconds later.

Bucks will be bucks I suppose. Remarked Blackberry.

She looked out into the fog to see if she could make out any landmarks that may help them find their way. She couldn't see much except for a shadow, that was in the shape of a rabbit.

She called out to it, "Hello?"

The shadow just stood there. It was a rabbit shape, a rather large rabbit as well; torn ears stay atop its head, revealing that the rabbit had been in many battles, or had at least survived an encounter with many elil.

She called out to it again, "Are you lost?"

The rabbit remained motionless. By then Blackberry's companions had noticed too. Hawkbit looked at the shadow with confusion and fear, he seemed to have shrunk back upon seeing the rabbit while Bigwig stared at the intimidating rabbit with a look of perplexity and awe. He was the first to speak.

"Hello? Who are you? What do you want from us?"

The rabbit remained still, and for a short amount of time, they all stood there, staring at each other in the fog, until the dark rabbit made its first move. It was a simple move, nothing more than a flick of it's torn ears. Suddenly three more rabbits seemed to appear from behind the big one. All of them were smaller than the main rabbit, Blackberry had noticed that one of the smaller rabbits was limping.

"I don't like where this is going Blackberry!" Hawkbit whispered to her. She could hear the fear that was carried through his voice. "Could we just head back to the warren? Please?" He gave a shiver.

Blackberry nodded, keeping her eyes trained on the four strangers in front of her. There was something off about them, ignoring the way they were behaving, they were also giving off a rancid scent; it smelled of rot and death. By way, Hawkbit and Bigwig twitched their noses told her it wasn't just her in head.

"We need to go!" She declared and started toward the Honeycomb, which could be seen with the faint silhouette of the tree dangling in the mist. Hawkbit followed suit.

"Come on Bigwig!" She commanded to the buck, who had stood where he was, confident that he could take them on.

"Oh come on! They'll see a proper fight yet!" He said as he got into a fighting stance.

"NO. You are not Bigwig. You're not as fast and nimble as you were, now come on!" She scolded.

Bigwig laid down his ears and proceeded to trot up to Hawkbits side. They continued to hop away.

She glanced behind her to see that the four dark rabbits were slowing advancing towards them. She quickened her pace. The dark rabbits quickened their pace as well.

"Run." Blackberry and Bigwig said together. They broke into a full-on sprint, not daring to look back and see how close they had gotten.

The cold air whipped crashed into them, nearly knocking them off-balance, but they continued on. They ran out of fear of the unknown, they didn't head any attention to their legs, which begged for them to stop, but still, they pressed on through the thick fog until they finally reached the safety of the honeycomb.

"Are they gone?" Hawkbit huffed, he started swaying from fatigue. Blackberry immediately headed towards the chief rabbits burrow. Bigwig had stopped just short of the warren entrance and was looking out into the fog.

"No." He said. The dark rabbits were mere shapes in the fog. Stalking them with evil intent.