Thistle started across the road, along with the others. The crossing seemed to take forever, although it was really only a few seconds.
The concrete was still wet from the rain, so it wasn't dusty, and most of the debries had been washed off the road.
Thistle was the first to reach the other side, and as soon as he did, a feeling of relief washed over him.
He remebered the others, still crossing, and turned to watch for any oncoming hrududu.
There were none.
Several of the rabbits were a little slow to cross. One of these rabbits was Walnut.
He was still on the road when the others had made it to the other side.
"Walnut!" Called Thistle. "You need to hurry, a hrududu-"
Walnut screamed, and fell.
Even from here, Thistle could see a splash of blood from the bottom of Walnut's front right paw.
"Walnut!" Thistle made towards where Walnut had fallen-
And then there was a rush of sound and fear. A massive blue shape obscured Walnut from view, passing directly infront of Thistle. Thistle's ears went flat, and his eyes widened. A cloud of water vapor was thrown up, further obscuring what had happened.
Then, the hrududu was gone.
All that was left was clearing water vapor, and some sad, pathetic, unmoving shape in the road.