“Davvo!” Fleck yelled. “I need help over here!”

“What is it?” Davvo, a small young buck asked, sprinting up.

“I need to ask you if you were at Jupiter’s crossing.”

“Aye sir, I was.”

“Was Jo Shanks there?”

“No.”

I sighed, a slight memory at the back of my mind. I had seen the most incredible shot in rabbitkind. Not that I remembered it well.

Fleck told the tale to Davvo as the two rabbits sorted arrows.

“That’s incredible!” Davvo exclaimed.

“Yep. And top it off, Shanks saved my life.” I said. “He deserves the honor.”

Bastille slouched in a corner, “Unlike you.” She said.

“Oh Come on Bastille.”

“And I was the one who fired a succession of cover arrows to save you.” She hinted.

“Stop bragging.”

“Stop being an idiot.” She said. Davvo laughed.

-Fleck Cove