Later on Maw introduced the group to Scripp, a lean fair-furred weasel who wore an Orange tunic. He was to search for beasts that trespassed, and then they were forced to join Cluny's Army.
Scripp took his place outside the gates.
He sat down and sniggered.
It had been easy to infiltrate the wolves.
One false move and he would betray them to Drakul in person, Wolves and all of that fickle clan. He was powerful and Scripp was only a codename. His real name was Scarbane, who owed his allegiance to none.
He nodded his head in sleep, lulled by the warm temperature, which was different to the temperatures that he was used to.
A shadow moved in the trees. A rustling noise.
An arrow sped towards Scripp. Scripp woke roughly.
Then he screamed, there was an arrow growing out of his Tunic. He thought the arrow had slain him. Instead it had pinned him to the trunk. The shadow moved into the surrounding bushes. A dark, cloaked figure came out of the bushes. It wielded a longsword, threatening to cleave scrip in half. Scripp broke, madly from the figure, running into the church.
The door was flung open. He tripped on a stone, skidding on his face forwards, ending at Cluny's feet. Then Cluny's frosty glare wilted Scripp.
He blurted out fast, stuttering "There was an arrow… got me above me shoulder… Cloaked figure came… wanted to kill me… I ran here, I'm sorry."
Cluny leant forward, narrowing his one eye, standing directly over Scripp. Scripp looked into his eye. It was an angry blazing gold eye.
Scripp shuddered as Cluny spoke,
"Idle beliefs from old rodent's tales? A full-grown weasel like yourself, bawling about an imaginary foe? Oh fates! I thought I would never see the day." He mocked him.
Later that night, as Grawl, Maw, Blackfang, Ripclaw and Scripp slept, Cluny was having a nightmare. Cluny had had nightmares before, but this one was different. A black cloaked figure appeared in his dream, walking slowly and elegantly up an avenue of flames and torches. A white cloaked figure appeared next to the black one. Then he saw Foxburr the old fox leader of the clan that Cluny had belonged to.
This was no dream
No, this was a flashback.
Something was going to happen.
True to word it did. Drakul and his deathbringers came upon the clan.
During the fight, Foxburr was slain; many others including the black and white figures were carried off to be slaves.
Cluny had been purposely pushed into the nearest lake by a weasel deathbringer. He had sustained many injuries from the fight with the weasel but in the lake he lost his left eye with the cursed pike. After the battle, It was Maw who'd found him. Maw who'd healed him. Maw who'd saved his life. Maw who had no clan-place to call home. But his eye couldn't be cured. Now he wore an eye patch improvised from old tent scraps.
His love Saraba had been taken away and he wanted revenge.
Revenge for his eye!
Revenge for his clan!
Revenge on Drakul!
Revenge for Saraba!
Sweet, cold-hearted revenge.
Then after thanking Maw gratefully, he started to make the long journey to the mountains of the north.
Cluny woke in a cold sweat.
Saraba, were she and her sister still alive?
But that was ten seasons back. He was a leader in his prime.
But he knew it!
Cluny believed that they were alive.