Rocky is one of the most unfortunate badgers in the entire Woodland. No matter how many bunnies he meets, no matter how many common things he finds for, no matter how much he ramps his bass dearest, he can never find a bunny who loved him as hopelessly as Daphne did. Maybe she didn’t express it as she should have done. She did not tell them that she adored hiking because of him. She did not let him know that she started to listen to the guarding angels. He had no idea of the snapshots of his that she had been collecting from all over.
She just didn’t have the guts – call her coward. She just didn’t want to lose her pride – call her egoistic. She just didn’t have the chance to – call it destiny. Some things are just meant to be or not to be. Taking that in mind, Daphne shifts to another land, which is situated quite opposite to Woodland. They could have been friends. But if they really were, Rocky would have at least said hi. Since he didn’t bother to, maybe they were never friends after all.