Bunny lets the language slide. "Couldn't tell ya."
This nightrender is determined, lurching forward and adding the smell of rotting flesh to the temperature drop as it lashes out, as Bunny dodges its blows, not getting enough of his own in in time to stop the little spike of adrenaline as he narrowly misses being gutted and - there's the line of graves dug, little shoebox-sized graves and the dirt is wet and muddy and covering his forearms and his feet, clinging all over his fur, but the ice here hasn't totally melted around the bodies. Dead rabbits with human eyes are strewn in the mud, looking like a haunted house version of stuffed children's toys. Their bodies, half-preserved by ice, half decomposed from weeks of exposure where the ice has melted, have filled air that only ever before smelled like flowers and green growing things with an unbearable, almost deadly stench, but he has to stay and do this. He has to break the ice around each one, carefully keep the softening bodies from falling apart in his paws when he carries them, bones and festering meat and rotten fur, in his own paws to their graves. He can barely stand to look at any of them, but over by the boulder he hasn't even glanced at, he's saving his mother for last -
"I said that's enough!"
Bunny drops and hits the Nightrender under its center of gravity, pushing it up and bodily throwing it away from himself and Mona, and again the temperature rises, the stench fades. The Nightrender scrambles to its feet and Bunny stamps the ground, hard. A hole opens up in the ground next to Mona.
"That tunnel opens up in the woods, can you get down it yourself or do you need help?" Bunny asks her, again, his tone near-irritated with urgency.
cw: dead animals
This nightrender is determined, lurching forward and adding the smell of rotting flesh to the temperature drop as it lashes out, as Bunny dodges its blows, not getting enough of his own in in time to stop the little spike of adrenaline as he narrowly misses being gutted and - there's the line of graves dug, little shoebox-sized graves and the dirt is wet and muddy and covering his forearms and his feet, clinging all over his fur, but the ice here hasn't totally melted around the bodies. Dead rabbits with human eyes are strewn in the mud, looking like a haunted house version of stuffed children's toys. Their bodies, half-preserved by ice, half decomposed from weeks of exposure where the ice has melted, have filled air that only ever before smelled like flowers and green growing things with an unbearable, almost deadly stench, but he has to stay and do this. He has to break the ice around each one, carefully keep the softening bodies from falling apart in his paws when he carries them, bones and festering meat and rotten fur, in his own paws to their graves. He can barely stand to look at any of them, but over by the boulder he hasn't even glanced at, he's saving his mother for last -
"I said that's enough!"
Bunny drops and hits the Nightrender under its center of gravity, pushing it up and bodily throwing it away from himself and Mona, and again the temperature rises, the stench fades. The Nightrender scrambles to its feet and Bunny stamps the ground, hard. A hole opens up in the ground next to Mona.
"That tunnel opens up in the woods, can you get down it yourself or do you need help?" Bunny asks her, again, his tone near-irritated with urgency.