He was enjoying them losing their footing and sliding through the ice to the cliff.
But not every enjoyment lasts long as the bunnies at the rear back seeing their comrades falling to the cliff suddenly made a move, a turn of events that can severely cost Damien.
The bunnies at the back suddenly stopped hopping. They just suddenly stopped like some robots. Their eyes peered at Damien, who stood at the center of the ice slate.
When the last of the bunnies who were in the ice slid off the mountains. The remaining ones looked closely at the ground, or rather at the ice. Their red eyes, the same as Damien's though a little darker than him, looked closely at the slates.
Something was amiss. He could feel it in his bones.
These bunnies were not normal. They were not normal at all.
A bestial instinct is to fight head-on or they will prepare an ambush. But for them to stop at mid fight to just think was not a good sign. Not a good sign at all.
