Watership Down: Untold Legend [Fox!Reader]

Chapter 7: Who are you?

The earth was cool and the few dried leaves crunched beneath every hop he took. Darkness swallowed the world around him, leaving him with limited vision— only able to see a few feet in front of him.

Breathing out, a puff of white could be seen. Cold, nearly icy. Winter?

Fivver stood up straight, ears erect as he listened out to the unfamiliar wood.

Voices. Nearly silent, but there, far further than he would like to go. But— He tilted his head and hopped forward— he recognized that voice. He continued forward, and so the closer he got, even the words were once things he had heard before...

"Long ago, Frith made the world..."

Dandelion.

Courage found him and Fivver's own gait gained a new, surer step.

"He made all the stars too, and the world is one of those stars. He made them by scattering his droppings over the sky, and this is why the grass and the trees grow so thick on the world."

Fivver felt strange. Like each step grew more and more weightless. Effortless. The trees around him began to blur and soon the small rabbit was soaring through the wood.

"Frith makes the brooks flow. They follow him as he goes through the sky and when he leaves the sky, they look for him all night."

Dandelion's voice shifted, his words gaining an echo to them, as if the storyteller was speaking from the inside of a large cave.

"Frith made all the animals and birds, but when he first made them, they were all the same."

The moon's glow bled into a deep red. Sunset bursting through the roof of leaves above. Night became morning in the blink of an eye, and the freezing kiss of winter became an embrace of summer.

Fivver continued to fly, but now, something followed him. His speed turned to instinctual fear. Run Fivver, Run!

"The Sparrow and the Kestrel were friends, and they both ate seeds and flies."

A shadow as large as the biggest ferns leaped right over his head and he tried to stop, tripping and tumbling. He landed ungraceful, but felt no pain as he scrambled back to his feet, ready to flee from the unknown—

A deep snarl followed by the rumble of a heavy growl.

He stilled, turning to stone as he looked up to the creature that towered over him.

His breath caught in his throat.

"And the fox and rabbit were friends and they both ate grass."

The creature grinned, Their red face glowing from the sun's orange rays. They closed their eyes and bowed their head towards him.

Fivver's claws pressed into the dirt floor. He needs to run—

It's black, wet nose pressed the top of Fivver's head and he flinched back, "S-stay bac—!"

"Wake up."

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Treering stare was heavy, but everytime you would look to meet his gaze, he would be looking away... Well, not away, but at the unconscious rabbit that lay on it's side. The small being, even knocked out, lay restless. Body twitching and breathing uneven.