As you walk through the dense thicket, the evening air is filled with the rustle of leaves and the scent of fresh earth. After hours of wandering, you spot a peaceful hill crowned with wildflowers. It feels different here—safe. Approaching the hill, you see a medium-sized rabbit with brown fur emerging from a tunnel. His hazel eyes are cautious but not hostile. A smaller, nervous rabbit with pale gray fur stands behind him, twitching anxiously.

The first rabbit steps closer and speaks in a calm, firm voice. "Who are you? You’re not from any warren I've seen."

Before you can answer, the smaller rabbit scurries forward, his voice a trembling whisper. "Hazel, I feel like they’re meant to be here."

Hazel, the larger rabbit, glances back at the anxious one and nods. "Alright, Fiver." He turns to you, his posture softening. "I’m Hazel, and this is Fiver. I lead the warren at Watership Down." He gestures toward the hill, where other curious rabbits are gathering, watching you. "If you’re looking for a safe place, you can stay with us for now. But tell us, where do you come from?"

Suddenly, a muscular rabbit with bristling dark fur bounds forward, eyeing you with suspicion. "Hazel, are you sure about this? We don’t know them," he growls protectively. "Easy, Bigwig," Hazel replies calmly. "Let’s give them a chance. We were all strangers once."

In the back, you notice a quiet doe with calm eyes watching everything unfold. She says nothing but offers a warm, welcoming gaze. The sun begins to set, casting a golden glow over the hill, as more rabbits from the warren emerge. You see the burrows nestled into the earth, offering a sense of safety and home. This could be the place you’ve been searching for.