The little bunny never truly had the chance to say goodbye to her as it all seemed that she had left life. And deep in his heart, he knew he should have been kinder to her, a lot. Small tears left the poor creature his eyes as he buried his face into the coat of the torn open mare. He  sniffled a couple times as the wind picked up in the trees. A wind which in Fluttershy's own belief only came when a soul was ready to travel from one life to the next.