The moon was bright, and so was the one star still visible in the sky. He tucked his long rabbit ears under the warm hood and kept moving, whiskers outstretched and quivering in the air, collecting dew. There was enough light to see shadows, enough light to see the glint of eyes peering at him from bushes. His thick coat kept him warm enough, though it was nearly winter. For many hours he followed the empty roads heading North towards the Mountains. They were distant and fading, but he tried not to think about the great span that lay between him and the Elders. Many seasons would pass before he would rest again.
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