"So why didn't you?" Max asked himself later in the afternoon. He was out in the woods where he had freed the Rabbu. Gazing down at the contraption he had used on the dragon, he remembered how close to death he had been yesterday. If it had wanted to, the beast could've killed him. But it didn't.
Looking around, Max noticed some branches broken that led away from the crash site. That had been the direction the Rabbu had gone. Summoning his courage, the Viking followed it. About a minute later, he found himself looking down into a secluded area of the forest surrounded by rock walls. It was actually quite beautiful. Max would've gone down if it hadn't been for the Rabbu being there.
Staying perfectly still, Max didn't say a word as he silently watched the Rabbu. It was trying to fly but it always kept falling back down. Crying out in anguish, the white beast collapsed near the pond and watched helplessly as fish swam about in the middle. It didn't get up to catch any of them though.
All the while, Max was sketching the Rabbu in his journal and wondering why it wouldn't just fly away.
