Chapter 2 (Fingal)

Fingal looked around and sniffed. "I guess it's quiet today."

"Yeah," Reed agreed. They were guarding the Throne Room.

"How come you don't like me?" The question was out of Fingal's mouth before he could stop it. "Why, Reed?"

Reed looked taken aback. "I don't dislike you."

"You do," Fingal said.

"No." Reed shook her head. "You're my friend. I just think that you're too laid back, Fingal."

"Right," scoffed Fingal.

"I mean it, Fingal," Reed said. "I just don't like that you act like you don't care when I know you do."

"I don't!" Fingal insisted. "I…"

"Fingal!" Padra marched up to the young otter. "Where were you?"

"I was…" Fingal began.

"Excuses!" Padra snapped.

"What?" gasped Fingal. "I didn't say anything."

"Does anyone want you to?" Padra snapped.

"Sheesh. What's going on?" Fingal demanded.

Padra's eyes filled with tears. "N-nothing. I have to see Crispin." Padra pushed past his brother and into the throne room.

Arran made her way into the Throne room, carrying a small bundle. She was crying. Fingal gasped as he recognized the bundle. He gasped. "Tide."