Quietly and swiftly moves the relatively small caravan, keeping safe from the many creatures that lurk in the dark of the forest by continuing on though a longer yet open route. Even tis is seeming less safe with the stories, the critters chatter on about the rumors of critters disappearing into the night.

Covered in a dark vail they swoop down from above, pulling you into the sky and their haunted kingdom! one critter said with a menacing tone, clearly waiting for the small ones to squeak in fear to look back over his shoulder, arms still raised to, nothing?

The wagon erupts into chaos as the young explorer pulls up bags of rice and luggage from the back yelling all the while untill coming to a long embarrassed pause.. Giggling.. And wiggling from the canvas above giving them away, you brats! he yells up at them smacking the ceiling over his head as he turns back, the elder an experienced rabbit of many years looking back at him with mild annoyance in his eyes. His loppy ears perking slightly as he sits up saying condescendingly "yet who spilled the rice my friend?"

"We may not have many ties with them, yet Bellrods kingdom has never showed any aggression to our kind." the bun turning slightly paws open his novel once more "they keep to themselves, and so do we...." The younger critter sighs and begins cleaning the spilled rice, resowing the few broken bags still with the warnings racing though his little mind... The small ones might be unsafe riding above, the words of the elder calming him slightly as his mind drifts to those early expeditions, when he was but a small critter.

Sat comfortably on the soft canvas, laying back and watching the vast nights sky as the landscape slowly moved around him. Just a small critter in a much wider world then their little minds can imagine, the many mysteries of the universe to the sight of the smallest blade of grass in the faint moonlight. And you, there still between everything, a part of nature a part of this world. You are just one. And You are one.

Ploping the rice down he floops onto the bags himself wondering how one thought came to another, listening and feeling the small bumps, soft squeaks from the chickens ahead, drifting into dream sprawled awkwardly over the pile.

The two above still excited yet tired from the day softly chatter away about what the next town might be like, hopeful to swim with otters and try local spicy fish and roast carrot Val had read of in one of her books. Leaning gently against the squirrel she gives a soft yawn as Erica wraps the little wuff in her warm tail, holding her close as she slowly and peacefully naps. So the squirrel looks up to the bright stars above looking onto a bright future just down the road.

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Knew the moment i posted the last just had to draw this one :3 a lil continuation to their journey and a peaceful night to ponder ^^ had a lot of fun drawing this one up, maybe a lil too tired to write tonight yet there's always more to come~

Thanks so much for stopping by an for your view as always it really means so much to continue, im really lucky to has wonderful fluffs lookin at this buns art, your the best 🌲💖💖🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇💖💖🌲

art, characters an story are paw made by me~