Stalango looked around the wrecked settlement. "Well boys, it looks like our work here is done."
"Hey boss, what about the survivors?"
"Let them spread the word of my attacks. It won't matter much any more." Stalango sneered. "Now take the captives, chain them and tell them the law of the Northbound."
The survivors trudged up the road to Redwall. They were wounded, weary and hungry. The mousebabe, Martin was too tired to cry. His family had been slain along with many of his friends. He remembered one otter, Willow, was taken captive.