...the forest floor was forming a wide flat surface as Mokadu trekked through it. This offbeat path was hidden in the shadow of the great trees above him, leaving him with a sense of privacy rarely found the wild. Consumed in his daydreaming, mind of the small framed rabbit failed to notice the lack of noises usually accompanying deeply forested areas, the chirping of birds, occasional rustle in the green, even the wind in the leaves died out as he progressed deeper.
Suddenly, something felt wrong, as if a large object instantly and silently appeared behind him. The fur on his neck stood upright and his right ear perked up and he froze, trying to distinguish the source of the strange feeling.
After a few seconds of deafening silence, a breathtakingly loud hiss split the cold fragile tranquillity around him.