Finding good, useable firewood is fairly easy in this dense forest... but it's still a time consuming process. Especially since most of the wood close to the road is either damp or rotted. You actually have to walk a fair way into the woods before you find a decent patch of useable kindling.<br/><br/>You've got a fair pile going when you hear the twig crackle, and Mr. Fluffles bounds out of your arms, charging into the brush nearby... and a moment later, a voice that can only be described as "airy" shrieks in terror.<br/><br/>When you follow, you find that your rabbit has driven a young, slender woman up into a nearby tree. You can't make out any features, because she is heavily veiled and concealed by her gown... but her hands are the pale grey-white of clouds on a summer day as they desperately cling to the tree-branch.