In the calm of the evening under the eves of the forest canopy birds sang strange duets amongst the leaves. A soft breeze blew through the boughs creating strange, eery whispers from the branches. A large hare started and rustled through the undergrowth lopping along at break neck speeds. Eventually it stopped and stood up on it's haunches, it was standing in the clearing at the small town in the middle of nowhere. Still just under the eaves of the forest canopy the hare begins to clean it's ears. If one looks at the creature one might notice that it wore a rather small harness for a platform saddle on it's back. Indeed a person's eyes may be suddenly directed to a very tiny figure walking around behind it, it' a mouse, about three or four inches in height, natural burnt orange, standing on two legs, wearing a cloak and rags, it leans on a tiny poleaxe still much bigger than it.
"What do you reckon this place is Hodges?" Said the mouse to the hare in a small but masculine voice.
"Wouldn't know, never seen the likes of it afore." The Hare spoke in a voice so soft it was almost beyond hearing and in an entirely different language than that of the mouse, it had an air of stoic distance that all rabbits do.
Seax snorted disappointed in his companion's less-than-worldly attitude, took a pull from a tiny flask and sighed. It had been two months traveling through the trackless wilderness from the scent boundaries of the mouse territories, two months since the stinging betrayal and exile into what most mice would have thought as certain death from beyond their hidden cities. He was survivor though, a combination of clever camouflage at the burrows Hodges made and the heft of his poleaxe against any that threatened them kept them mostly safe, but this, this was new.
"I wouldn't suppose you'd have ever come across anything like this before?" Seax inquired turning a beady black eye to his companion.
"No," the Hare stated flatly as he preened his fur, "Never," he added for good measure.
"Hmmph."
