A Change of Venue

Fuzzy sat in front of the black orb in the dimly lit chamber underneath his burrow. He pricked the pad of his left paw and smeared the blood onto the shining black sphere, leaving shiny trails which the stone quickly drank.

"I ask for your advice."

A faint breeze ruffled his fur, and then the voice, rich and echoing.

"As you should before you do something like this."
"Should I save her then? Every day that goes by, she makes it harder."

"Long you have served me as a black rabbit. This time you will serve me as a white."

"Lady Inle, I don't understand."
"You will."

The air stilled, leaving only darkness and the scent of fresh blood.

In a waiting area hidden deep inside Logan Airport, Fuzzy waits for the short hop flight to Warwick, RI. In front of him is a pawtop computer.

<begin BUNIX4.4sp7 tightbeam>
Woodsorrel,
I'm glad to hear you escaped from Granite Ridge Warren safely, but you're still in danger. If I am any judge of these things, when the reactivated council meets, they will turn you over to Daphnie. At least they will do this when she asks. I'm sending somebun to take you into hiding. After things have cooled down a little, I'll come get you.

The bun I'm sending is called Mudpaw, he'll identify himself to you as the white rabbit. Tell no one that you're planning to leave, or where he comes from.
<end BUNIX4.4sp7 tightbeam>

Fuzzy tapped the send key. He looked at his reflection in a chromed trash bin. Grey streaks on the tips of his paws and tail. Grey streaks in his muzzle as well. Nothing could be done for the scar and the floppy ear, at least not with the time he'd had. He looked like any other aging regbun entrusted to deliver something for his Alpha. He carefully repacked his pawtop in his backpack with all his other things. The plane should be here pretty soon. Finding a way to the warren underneath the State House was next. There hadn't been any time for advance planning or even research on the area. Woodsorrel kept accelerating the timeline. It seemed that she hadn't learned that the highest nail is the one that gets hit, and Daphnie had a very large hammer. She wouldn't be that hard to find though, Rhode Island was only a couple blocks wide after all. Just a short hop.