Deepwood Weald Just by a Hare

If Diaval had somewhere to be, he would be lost. 

The fog settled around him, hugging him close. It was on all sides, obscuring his vision if he were looking where he was going. As it was, Diaval had neither a destination nor an interest in his surroundings. He wandered aimlessly and without thought, nose to the ground as he passed through ferns and other plants at his feet.

He had no idea what he was looking for. If he stumbled upon a plant for healing or harming, it would be no more obvious to him than any other. Still, he felt a deep curiosity and a drive to look...even if he was getting nowhere. He never did look up as he approached the cream-colored female. In fact, he nearly walked into her before he noticed himself and pulled up short, taking several steps away.

"Oh - sorry...uh..." he trailed off, alarmed and embarrassed.