Stopping near an old tree stump, one of the trees that had fallen victim to the forest fire from long ago. The top of the stump was still black and charred, but in the middle of the stump, you could see the beginning of a new tree, a tiny seedling beginning to grow. A hole was at the base of the stump, an old rabbit's warren. "The last time I was here the scent of rabbits was strong, there might be a family of rabbits here. Or some mice nearby." She informed, sniffing at the hole. The rabbit scent was still there, but it was a tad stale. The rabbit that lived here must have been grazing out for most of the day.