Season 7, Episode 30

"Here. This will do for what I need." Agent stopped Nickel beside a small trickle of a stream.

Here the woods were quiet. Deeply quiet in a way that had nothing to do with actual sounds but more to do with the energy of the space. This was an ancient place, untouched for such a long time. There weren't many places like this left on the other side of the world where the toms lived. But here in the Hare lands, they were plentiful. That was the difference when a race held the old magicks of the gods sacred.

Agent knelt and cupped some water from the stream into his hands. He sipped it, feeling the purity of its source filling his mouth. This place was so perfect, it was suspicious. Not that Nickel would know that. He had no idea he was about to become a playing piece in the Last Game. It was better that way. Agent couldn't bear it if he fought him.

"I instructed the son to clean the wound and keep the Blonde-fur comfortable until he could be of use to you." Nickel had bent down with reve