Arvens could feel the rage building inside of him. Damn it all to Frith, he thought angrily, as he turned from Cinankhen once again and began pacing. This cheeky whelp thinks he knows all. Has he ever even seen a man, or dog attack a warren? Some young rabbits have no respect for those who earn their position or those who clearly know why it is things are done the way they are. It gave Arvens an idea, one that would certainly change how the whole situation was going down, right out in the open nonetheless, which he wasn't all too pleased with in the first place.
Arvens quit pacing and moved as close to Cinankhen as he felt he could get without the rabbit bolting away. "You've been doing a lot of big talk for a small rabbit. So you want to dance with the Black Rabbit in the pale moonlight do you? What I want to know is what have you done in life to be such a critical source of all beings? If you think its so simple to stand and face a human intent on killing all rabbits in sight, I would like to see you turn and stop and watch your friends, your family, your life, torn, slashed, and gassed into oblivion and say 'I'm more magnificent than thou because I have stayed and protected when its a suicidal mission' and still be ok with that. You wouldn't be ok...you'd be dead like the rest in that unfortunate plight. Its worth more being alive than dead so don't you dare say I have failed rabbits. I can still be of use to other rabbits, provided they have the sense to recognize when luck and opportunity come their way," he snarled menacingly. "I don't know what warren you came from, but they didn't teach you a shred of dignity and respect for those who have been through a lot in their lives."