The menacing hare, now thoroughly sent off, scampered away over the hill. Its burrow free from intruders and its head still on its shoulder. What a lucky day for it. Even if it was being parroted at by the very boy it harassed.

Turning their gaze from the departing animal, Juniper gently nudged the boy to his haunches. An apology softening their eyes, accompanied by a guilty smile for having dropped the boy to the ground.

A tunnel? Juniper took a seat in front of the boy. Their brow knitted as they considered both the limited information he provided, and how they might explain to a child that he may never be able to go to his family again. A pang of sympathy weighed upon their heart, but first they had to be certain. Did the land look unfamiliar to you when you crawled out of the tunnel? Does the name "Mythris" sound familiar to you? Surely a parent would tell the boy the name of the land they stood upon. Speaking of... Are your parents with you?

It was a barrage of questions, and Juniper hated to thrust such a thing on the boy, but she needed to know where he came from. If she could return him home, she would.