You traveled up the bank of a clear, noisy stream as it meandered along the mossy humps, up, up the overgrown foot of the mountain. Still within the deciduous woodland, the foliage is vibrant with lively greens and sparkling with beads of dew. When you looked back down, you could see small, quaint villages nestled in the valleys below, surrounded by fields and pastureland. Smoke rose from the huddled cottages' chimneys, conveying a sense of calm.
Just as you turn back uphill, a humanoid figure lands in front of your path into a crouch on a pair of fuzzy hinds. A lapinfolk. Straightening back up, she pulls the tangle of her hair back, twigs and leaves spilling from it as it arcs, then gives you an apologetic, buck-toothed grin.
Boone: Hiya, tourist! Or traveler? Uh, sorry to interrupt your trek, but we'll have to evacuate from this valley. The local menace woke up early and is comin' this way. Sightseeing's cancelled for now. Her wide, rabbit eyes are manic with a runner's high. She twitches slightly, ready to take off. Boone: Erm, how mobile are you? Can you outrun a horse, perchance? Jump over a house? That's sorta vital to your future prospects...