Practically drooling at the sight, Henwyn couldn't help but follow the critter at a distance. He wanted to know where he could find such a bounty in the middle of the cold chills of winter. He remained completely unaware of his surroundings, the man focusing all his energy on following this bunny. He didn't notice when the trees started to curl into a tunnel, when all light of the day started to be broken up between their skeletal branches like an oaken cage.
No, he didn't even notice when the ground began to fall out from underneath him and he began to fall down a small drop. Not enough to injury himself but boy was it enough to take the wind from his lungs. He'd rolled and rolled until he could roll no more! And then, he finally felt it.
Warmth.
Serenity.
Gone was the rabbit, and here was a summer's day warming the leaves of the trees. Henwyn was flabbergasted. This... place was not normal. Not right. But nor was being reincarnated as a wolf, so while he remained stumped, he wasn't completely panicked. The man did, however, remain sitting on his arse in a rather unorganised fashion, limbs skewed awkwardly, ungracefully, as he took all of his surroundings in.
He was still apparently unaware he had company.