And I'm back.. again.

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(Again, I don't own Narnia. Unfortunately)

XO,

Tam

Are You Satisfied?

Chapter Six

The tension was hanging thick in the air as they waited for the wolves to suddenly emerge from the cave that they had come through not but a minute ago, though when nothing happened Peter became curious.
''What happened here?'' he whispered to nobody in particular.
''This is what happens to those who cross paths with the White Witch'' an unfamiliar voice emerged from the bush beside Rosalie, who had in fact, squealed a little in fright and began backing up against the brambles.

''You take one more step traitor and I'll chew you into splinters!'' Mr Beaver growled, pointing at the animal that he wasn't familiar with.
It seemed, to Rosalie, that it was more like a fox - especially as its fur was a dark orange and he looked incredibly like one in itself.
The animal only chuckled, hopped itself off of the rock and padded over to the middle of the circle they were in.
''Relax, I'm one of the good guys!''

Where on earth have we come too? Rosalie thought.
She was sure that if anybody, let alone herself, had heard a talking fox back home they would be on the first bus to the loony asylum, especially when the fox was laughing.

''Well you look an awful lot like one of the bad ones!'' Beaver huffed, Mrs Beaver holding him back as if he was about to leap on the animal.
''I'm afraid that it's just an unfortunate family resemblance, but if you'd really like to argue breeding we can save that for later'' he paused, the howls and sound of scratching were now growing louder, ''but right now, i'd advice you two to hide'' he motioned to the beavers.
''And you-'' Rosalie looked up, ''get into the bushes, you're too obvious, they'll smell you''

She was not about to argue, and doing as she was advice she pushed herself into the brambles and got herself as much out of sight as she was sure was humanly possible.
And just as she had done so, the barrel that Peter had placed in front of the exit of the cave was flung out-of-the-way - a pack of five wolves emerging from it. The fox just stood and waited as they circled him immediately, and greeted them with a chuckle.

''Good evening gents! Have we lost something?''
A certain wolf growled in response, his fur was a dark grey and shimmered with patches of white, if Rosalie was not so terrified, perhaps she would have considered it a beautiful creäture.
''Do not patronize me, I know where your allegiance lies''
All five of the wolves were circling the fox now, though it showed no sign of losing its composure.
''We're looking for some humans''
The fox chuckled, ''humans here in Narnia? Don't you think that information is a little too valuable for spreading around as the Captain of the police?''

So this would be the person who signed the letter! Rosalie thought to herself, Maugrim?
It took all she could not to giggle a little, the situation was a little ridiculous.

The wolf closest to the fox suddenly growled and held the fox in between his jaws, holding him there and earned himself a squeal from the animal.
Peter, Susan, Lucy and Rosalie all flinched at the unsuspected contact and Rosalie could not help but see Peters protective arm around his two sisters, It'd be nice to have someone who cares about you that much.

Maugrim now grew close to the fox's face, sneering (that is, if a wolf could sneer)
''Your reward is your life'' he chuckled, ''it isn't much - but still''. The fox flinched.
''I don't know anything!''
The wolf that held him in between his teeth bit down a little harder.
''Okay! Okay, they went that way'' The fox cried breathlessly, pointing his head in the opposite direction.
Quickly dropped on his hind legs, the wolves all made a run for it - leaving the humans and the beavers stunned at the fox's bravery.

Susan, Lucy and Peter were all sat on a fallen log opposite the fire that Mr and Mrs Beaver had built - Rosalie had sat beside the log on the floor, coat pulled against her tightly.
Though the ordeal was over and the wolves had already been gone for a good half an hour, she couldn't help but feel quite shook up by the events, never had she been hunted by anything - she lived in Liverpool, the only thing to happen in Liverpool was the war.

The War. Rosalie hadn't thought of the war and home since she had slept a couple of nights ago and she couldn't help but feel terrible.
How was her mother? Was she injured, was she okay? Was she alive?
Tears had sprung to her eyes quickly, and she rubbed them away as quick as they came.
Of course she's alive, you stupid, selfish, brat she had thought to herself angrily.

''Rosalie?''
She looked up at Peter, who was looking at her curiously - ''What?''
''We've been calling you for a while, are you alright?''
''Fine'' she stated, then turned to face the fox. ''Sorry, you were saying?''
Peter gave her an odd look, but left her none the less - it was obvious that the girl before him was not alright, but he knew that it was better off not to push it, and if she would ever tell him then she would tell him of her own accord.

The wolf continued with what he was talking about before, though also concerned for the girl.
''They got to Tumnus before I did'' he continued, Lucy gave a sniff. It was obvious that the small girl cared for the well-being of the faun deeply.
''Are you alright?'' she asked quietly, the fox just gave a laugh - but squealed a little when Mrs Beaver tended to the bite on his back.
''I wish I could say that there bark was worse than their bite!''
''With all your squirming you're becoming worse than beaver on bath day!'' Mrs Beaver tutted, earning a little laugh from Rosalie - who hadn't said a word.
The fox then stood up, shaking his fur with a small 'ouch'.
''Are you not going to stay!?'' Lucy cried, worried.
''I'm afraid that is all the healing I have time for today, though I thank you for your kindness''
Lucy looked down sadly, though the fox came beside her and nuzzled her shoulder slightly.
''It has been a pleasure my Queens and my King'' he looked toward the Pevensies on the log and smiled slightly, though the children were ever so confused.
''-and thank you also, my lady'' he motioned to Rosalie, who just smiled a little in response.

A Lady!? How could I possibly be a Lady!? She laughed to herself, though finding it humorous that she was not of Royal blood either, grand being second best.

''-

Though I must leave because Aslan himself has asked me to gather more troops'' which earned many gasps from the two beavers, and Peters shoulders stiffened from a mention of the Lion that would help his brother.
''You've seen Aslan!?'' Mr Beaver cried, earning himself a laugh.
''I have indeed, and before you ask - he is just as wondrous as imagined. He will be sure to help you in your fight against the Witch!''
Susan scoffed and spoke for the first time in a while.
''We're not planning on fighting any witch!''
The fox turned to Peter, who seemed lost.
''But, King Peter - the prophecy!''
Beaver nodded, ''we can't go to war without you''
Peter did nothing but look at his two sisters, who looked just as upset as confused as he did - he glanced slightly at Rosalie, who had no expression on her face whatsoever.

''We just want our brother back''