Redwall Hare Novels & Stories

"I wish you could, too." Poppy gasped at a flash of movement she saw out of the corner of her eye. A small golden-brown animal scampered to the top of a boulder not ten feet from them. Perched on the rock, it balanced against a short furry tail as it stood in its hind legs and munched on a tiny pinecone. "What is it?" Poppy whispered. "It's a northern Idaho ground squirrel. They run all over this mountain. Believe it or not, they're endangered." Hunter smiled affectionately at the diminutive rodent.

I pulled my gun and started firing back, trying to pinpoint where the shots were coming from. "Get down!" I shouted to Vick, grabbing her arm and dragging her behind a stack of crates. The guys were already returning fire Ironhead, Drifter, and Spider were taking up defensive positions, shooting at the figures darting around outside the fence. After what felt like an eternity, the gunfire began to die down. One of the attackers, a lanky guy with a bloodied leg, tried to make a run for it but collapsed just outside the gate. Drifter and Ironhead were on him in seconds, dragging him inside.

Pasha asked, thinking a little. - Honestly? the guy hesitated. - How many people do not tell: do not go into the forest, but they still stick around! And so it has always been. And the fact that no corpses were found ... There are wild animals from martens to tigers with Himalayan bears. By the way, there are even red wolves listed in the Red Book. Not fiery, of course, - he looked sideways at me with an undisguised smile, - but more even redheads.

I think to myself as I remember what she told me before I snapped her neck, how she hunted others like me. "I thought they had maybe succeeded as its been a good few decades since I've heard of any sightings," Maxwell goes on to say, "but here you are. For all we know you could be the last. I always wanted to meet a red wolf and experience their fire in person, but I never imagined one being here in my packhouse, burning before my eyes, it was... incredible, spectacular." Maxwell gushes making me blush. "Really? The last?" I ask, "Very possible, the last report I received about a known red wolf sighting was about forty years ago, in the upper regions, past the Meadow and steel pack teratorie

Servants worked in those fields, harvesting fruits and wheat and spices like torf; and beyond that, most of the activity was reserved for birds and a few lazy patrols of guards, along with the occasional opportunistic rabbit, or a squirrel. There weren’t many guards within the Estate or even upon its grounds, as very few people would dare to invade a wealthy enterprise like Madam Dro’s nor be willing to face the legal repercussions even if one managed to escape with something of value. And that was even if a would-be-burglar chose not to believe in the rumors surrounding Madam Dro, and her formidable sorceries that servants whispered about in hushed tones among themselves.

Oki tilted his head with a helpless smile. “Don’t forget the Moonwolves from before, Jai. Remember?” Darrion pointed, and Jai immediately remembered. Darrion continued. “Those are just one of the few types of wolves living in the plains. There are more types of hounds near the border, also other types of carnivorous monsters. That is why no bunny mounts had ever went outside the kingdom.” “Hmm… That got me to wonder, though. Didn’t you catch them in the wild? I saw some bunnies running around in the plains when I first travel here,” the uncle asked.

They could still have kits and the Hares were a declining race who needed fertile no-furs now more than ever. From what Ink had gleaned from the Hares on the ship when a no-fur was bred by a Hare, they always had a litter of Hares. Never no-furs and very rarely were the Hares born Omegas, what they called "bunnies." The only bunny that Ink had met was Bright, and he was jealously guarded by his mate Tallgrass. Not that any harm would come to him on this ship. No Hare would raise a paw against a bunny.

Natalia didn’t waste any time. “I need a Hillmand wolf cub” “Pardon?” both men said at the same time. The Hillmand wolf was a popular breed of wolf that was most abundant in the forest of damnation. They were bright orange in color with three black stripes that traveled from the middle of their head to their tail. Their eyes were bright red like rubies and they were often extracted and preserved like precious stones. However, it wasn’t exactly easy to catch a Hillmand wolf. They were swift and dangerous. A single injury from the wolf was dangerous because they carried a lot of parasites and they were immune to poison and a degree of magic.