Rain.
Not the worst kind of day but one where there isn't much to do topside and Paleflax was getting rather bored. Kittens grown, empty burrow... he needed company, not many rabbits enjoyed listening to him ramble and brag on about his father and grandfather's greatness and how he would do them proud if not better. Some would even say he's better suited to story telling than Owsla, and while his gift for tall tales exceeded his skill for leadership it did not sway his stubbornly set mind.
Thinking about it did spark the idea that a good story would really be great on a day like today and so he decided to set off in search of someone to tell him a good one.
