Arvens, glad to see Rankin decided to join up rather than straggle about, twitched his ears left and right, the feather shaking about, before responding.
"Rabbits were never permitted to leave Thornbrush, however there were many travelers from other warrens that would come by," murmered Arvens quietly, now that they were in the open. "We'd have spare burrows for these visitors, and they would tell the captains, the chief and all how they would sometimes have to dig scrapes in the dirt, if only for one evening to get out of the open."
Arvens hopped briskly along the treeline, peering here and there, hoping for signs of a burrow or anything that might do as for shelter for one night. He was not seeing anything. "I've had to dig scrapes for myself before while traveling. I've never had to dig for two. If we have to dig a scrape, you'll need to help me do it so we both survive." Arvens was not positive this is what Rankin wanted to hear, but it was the way of the world out in the open, far from any warren, from a good story, and warm bodies to snuggle against in cold nights.
