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Sorry my readers and followers for the time it took to post this. I will do the next couple of chapters within the next few days as compensation. HOLIDAYS! Luv, uncomprehensibleinformation

We started walking and we came to a stop on a hill. "Just over the Great River is Aslan's camp."

"The River has been frozen solid for a 100 years", I say having my imput.

"It''s so big", says Susan

"It''s the world dear. Did you expect it to be small?", Mrs. Beaver replies walking away.

"Smaller" whispers Susan to Peter. My response is just to chuckle.

We are crossing the Great River when I hear Lucy ask, "Njeeri, what is Aslan like?"

I sigh and my cubs hurry towards my interested about their father. "He is like the wilderness, untameable, even by me. But he is also like the birds that sing, or the dancing trees. He is like the sun. Bright, warm yet dangerous to those who either cross him or are silly enough not to show respect" Just the way I like it.

"Hurry up" calls Beaver.

"I swear if he tells us to hurry up one more time," says Peter with a smile on his face, while picking up Lucy, "I''ll turn him into a big fluffy hat"

I smirk as the children giggle. My ears twitch, a sound is approaching, quickly.

"No look it's the witch" yells Mrs. Beaver. I turn "Run!" I yell to everybody, I stay behind just a little bit to give them time. Fahari is up with the Beaver's and Peter and Susan have picked up Ayotunde and Azizi. I hear bells. Bells? I ignore it as I turn and catch up with the others. "Quickly" I say, desperate for some cover, we reach a little space under a hill and I can''t fit in it. "It's alright, I''ll go hide somewhere else". In ran further, keeping my tail low to cover my tracks. I slide behind a bush just as the sleigh stopped. I heard the whispers from inside the little cave, and just as I was about to turn my head and tell them to be quiet. I heard Mr Beaver say, "I hope you've been good cause theres someone here to see you." That can only mean 1 thing. Father Christmas. I havent seen him in a while. I creep out of my hiding place and sure enough there he was. I jump up to where the Beavers, the Pevensies, my cubs and he were. "Long time, no see old friend."

"Hello, Njeeri. Yes it had been quite some time," he smiled "Your husband is going to get a big surprise".

I laugh, "Don't I know it. It was for me as well". I stand to the side with my cubs, nursing them. They have travelled a long way. We watch as 'Santa' as he is called in the Pevensie's world give them gifts and words of wisdom. Smart man. He turns to leave and spread the joy and happiness to the children of Narnia. "It bids me well to see you again, sir. Hopefully such not a long time between visits next time. Destiny, however, no one can escape".

"You are right, your majesty. Well I best be off. Things sure do pile up after a hundred years". I smile and nod as he rides his sleigh into the distance. "Wait a minute," Peter says, "he said things are heating up. You know what that means?"

"No more ice" I state frowning. This is bad this is very bad.