Going about collecting firewood was fairly easy, if long and boring.  At least, it was until she shoved what was likely the last piece of the pile to go into her magical pack (she loved that thing already!) and Mr. Fluffles leaped out of her arms into the brush.  She sighed, thinking nothing of it until she heard the scream, in which case first thought was that the bunny was eating someone.  That would<em>not</em>be good...<br/><br/>High-tailing it into the brush after the rabbit, she came to find he had driven a young woman up the tree, slender and pale, who was clinging fairly well to the tree.  How a woman was scared of a rabbit... she didn't know.  Then again, it<em>was</em>a demon of a rabbit, so she<em>was</em>right to fear it...<br/><br/>"Down Mr. Fluffles!" she called out, and then picked the rabbit up to hold it against her bare bosom "Are you alright miss?  I promise she... *checks bunny's sex* he won't hurt you now.  Are you lost?  Alone?  I might be able to help..."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Let me guess, a Dark Stalker? Description sounds familiar...</div></div>