The trees were grey and brown in Rhosgobel. The ground under his feet rustled.
Startled, Radagast looked down. Brown oak leaves littered the forest floor. They wriggled, and a little pointed nose peeped out.
He breathed a sigh of relief. "Sebastian," he said, "It's you."
Putting down his hand, he scooped the little hedgehog up and let him climb the arm of his robe. The hedgehog settled companionably on his shoulder.
Thick dark ivy blanketed the base of the massive oak. The birds were fluttering around it.
Redbreast flickered to a branch in front of Radagast's face. It bobbed under the bird's weight. He chirped.
"Well I don't know," Radagast glanced nervously aside. "I don't know why. Why exactly,"
He looked about him. "But it is dark, isn't it?"
Redbreast trilled.
Dasher stomped one foot, and shuddered. Dancer wriggled his ears in agreement.
The movement attracted Radagast's attention. He looked at the rabbits.
Prancer shuffled his feet uneasily.
The air was cooling quickly, as the sky was darkening.
The leaves crunched as Radagast waded through them, back to his sleigh. "I quite agree. Home is best, this time of night."
Sebastian nuzzled against his neck.
"Right," Radagast said.
The rabbits formed up in front of him.
"Home, and hot drinks all 'round!"