[Bunny's been working himself to the bone, on the City Patrol. He knows the threat of war, the proper, end-all-bloody-battle is looming ever and ever closer, like a dark cloud above them all. It's making him restless. He wants to protect them all, especially the children, but he doesn't know if they have the right numbers. The other Guardians, slowly ebbing away has made it even more worrying. They're a team, and there's less and less of them. It's making them weak.
The sight of Pitch pulls him out of his reverie, and he scowls. He will never believe Pitch on on 'their' side, he's been an enemy for far too long. He's just waiting for the Boogeyman to just turn over to the giants or something. He wouldn't put it past the guy.]
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The sight of Pitch pulls him out of his reverie, and he scowls. He will never believe Pitch on on 'their' side, he's been an enemy for far too long. He's just waiting for the Boogeyman to just turn over to the giants or something. He wouldn't put it past the guy.]
Still skulking in the shadows, then.