Hoshor Plains run rabbit run

They had been in the plains for a while now (or rather, a while for Titmouse who had a terrible sense of time), and he was bored of it. There was no caldera here, no mountain, nothing for him to climb and nowhere to find good rocks. If the boy had known the group was going to live in boring land he might've abandoned Liffey and tried to survive alone - but then again, he wasn't exactly a mindful sort of fellow. Titmouse only knew that he was bored, and so he took the first chance to split off from the group and find something cool to play with. This didn't seem like a dangerous plan since the rolling plains were so flat, and he could've sworn that every moving lump was just another wolf - no matter how far he got, they were always somewhere.

He had wandered for only a couple of hours, snapping at the tallest bits of grass, diving in and out of the sea of swaying plants, before he noticed the quiet in the air. It seemed too quiet, honestly. There wasn't a single bird calling out, and no hawks in the sky. Not even the bugs were making their many-voiced chorus as they had been only moments before. Titmouse was perplexed by this and filled with curiosity, so he began to worm his way through the cornmaze-like field in hot pursuit of whatever it was that had changed his surroundings.

Just as he emerged below a small ridge, something PLONKED! against his head and set him in a daze. The boy crouched and curled, rubbing at the crown of his big stupid head with a forelimb, and that was when he saw it — a big shiny rock! It had fallen from the sky as if to grant his wish and end his eternal suffering! As soon as the child saw it he let out a silly sound of pleasure - a great big Ooooooh! while his tail began to helicopter across his back. Titmouse forgot about being bonked and hastily scooped the beryl in to his mouth, carrying it like a crocodile might carry its young, and began tossing it in the air in order to watch it shine.