Terror from the north
Chapter Three
"When'd we know we'd reach south," Furleg, a soldier in Skorlos' army, asked.
"I don know, when yours fur turns brown," responded another ermine.
"Ohh, I knew'd dat," Furleg remarked.
"Den why'd you ask," grumbled the other ermine, Freezul.
A white fox came up from behind the two, grabbed their heads, and banged them together.
"Shud up, Skorlos's orders," Skullface growled.
"He started it," Freezul cried.
"I dinnit care, now shud up afore I pull my sabre drew yous daft dimwits," Skullface growled.
"Aye Captain," Furleg and Freezul said in unison.
Captain Skullface, walked away, satisfied with his work.
Freezul, positive Skullface was out of earshot, whispered, "I'm no daft dimwit, soopid fo-"
Freezul gasped. He looked down seeing a cold, sharp blade, covered in his blood, protruding from his stomach. The sword slowly came out. Freezul bent over in pain when the sword was finally out.
"Someone, patch this thing up. Stupid ermine I might say," came Skullface's voice. "Never underestimate a fox, ermine!"
Furleg and a fox, Icefang, quickly wrapped and bandaged Freezul's wound.
Skullface still held his sabre, covered in Freezul's blood, walked around, and said, "Take examples from dis un, no more talkin'."
All the ermine and foxes around Skullface said, "Yes, Captain."
All the beasts silently looked forward and continued to march.