"Are you sure about this, Littlefoot?", Cera asked in an annoyed tone as the gang searched for
the Barracks 46 that the sharptooth had told them of. "Yes, Cera.", Littlefoot said. "Me think you should
have discussed it with us before agreeing.", Petrie chimed in. "Why do you think they want us to go
there?", Ducky asked. "Probably so they can get Spike to kill more leafeaters.", Cera quipped. The pack
looked over at Spike. He was trailing behind the rest of them, staring at his blood stained claws. I just
killed three leafeaters, he thought. And I feel nothing. This thought alarmed Spike for a few seconds.
They tried to kill you, you've do nothing wrong., another part of his mind said. Who would rather see
dead? Them or your friends and family? "Spike, are you okay?", Ducky asked her little brother. The
Beaked Biter looked down at his adopted sister. He bent his head down and licked Ducky on the cheek.
"Hee hee Spike, that tickles.", she giggled. "Petrie can you and your friend fly ahead and search for this
Barracks 46 we are supposed to find?", Littlefoot asked. "Okay we go look.", Petrie said. Okay now how
we change before?, he asked himself. Suddenly, he felt his body change. His jaws lengthened and his
wings changed from feathers to skin. "Ow.", he said after it was over. It seem to hurt less., he observed.
Petrie glanced over at Friend, who had also changed. It seem when me flyer, Friend also flier., the young
sharptooth thought. The two flyers flapped their wings and rose into the air. As they gained in altitude,
Friend looked over at Petrie. This is becoming quite exciting, is it not?, he asked. Me no know if exciting
is the word me would use., Petrie replied.
After about half an hour of flying, the two sharpteeth fliers still had yet to locate the enigmatic
Barracks 46. Let's ask one of those fast biters down there if they know where to go, Petrie suggested.
Friend nodded and the two of the began their descent. "Hey there.", Petrie said to the Long-Jawed
Fastbiter they had flown down to. "Hello.", the grey-feathered female said. "Do you know where
Barracks 46 is?", he asked. "About twenty lengths towards the rising circle.", she answered. "It has the
number painted above the entrance in red." "Twenty what?", Petrie asked. "Lengths, as in length of a
Long-Jawed Fastbiter.", the female answered. "Okay, thanks.", the flier replied. "What 46 look like?"
"Like this.", she said, reaching behind the booth she stood at and pulling out a piece of charcoal and a
sheet of papyrus. She drew ==HHNN lll lll on the sheet and handed it to the little flyer. "Thank you.",
Petrie said as he flew back into the air. He and Friend took off again and swiftly regained altitude.
Now let's find it and then go tell the others., Friend said. They looked down at the city, searching for the
barracks. Look there!, Friend exclaimed, gesturing towards a large and tall structure twice as tall as the
buildings surrounding it. Above the large entrance, painted in red, was the number 46 just as the
fastbiter had written on the sheet of papyrus. "Alright we found it!", Petrie said jubilantly. "Now let's go
inform the others."
"Ya think Petrie and that weird green thing have found that place yet?", Cera asked. "I don't
know Cera.", Littlefoot answered. The pack had decided to sit along the street and wait for Petrie and
Friend to return, hopefully with directions to whatever Barracks 46 was. "We back!", a voice above them
cried out. "Did you find it?", Littlefoot asked. "Yep we found it!", Petrie answered excitedly. "Well, lead
the way then.", Cera said.
After the pack had walked along the streets for about half an hour, Cera began to get irritated.
"Are you and that Two-tooth sure you know where we're going?", she said. "Me sure, we ask
sharptooth for directions.", Petrie answered. "And we're just going to trust this sharptooth?" "Cera,
knock it off.", Littlefoot said. "We're sharpteeth now too in case you forgot." "There it is!", Petrie
shouted excitedly. He gestured off in the distance at the low wall made of felled trees that surrounded
the large stone structure. "See it have weird marking like sharptooth described.", he said
enthusiastically, pointing to the lines on the sheet of papyrus he held. "So what are we going to do?",
Ducky asked. "I guess just walk up and ask to join in.", Littlefoot said uncertainly. "Unless someone has a
better idea?" The rest of the pack shook their heads. "Well let's go then." The young fastbiters walked
steadily towards the large stone edifice. "What exactly are we going to at Barracks 46?", Ducky asked
nervously. "I have no idea Ducky but the fastbiter said we'd get 15 shells a day, which, with the value
these sharpteeth seem to place on them, means we won't go hungry.", Littlefoot said. "Me agree with
Littlefoot.", Petrie said. "Are you sure you want to fight for sharpteeth?", Cera said. "Cera, we've killed
and eaten a leaf-eater. We are as much of a pack of fastbiters as any other.", Littlefoot retorted back.
Unable to come up with a reply, Cera fell silent.
The pack of leafeaters turned sharpteeth approached Barracks 46 cautiously. Ducky was almost
hiding behind Spike's leg. Friend gave Ducky a look that appeared to be a combination of amusement
and contempt. "Halt!", shouted one of the two sharpteeth guarding the entrance. The blue feathered
Crestless Beaked Biter pointed a dagger made from the end of a Spike Nosed fish's bill at the
approaching group. Littlefoot and company stopped, eyeing the weapon nervously. "State your
business.", the other sharptooth, a red feathered Short Snout ordered, keeping the bone point of his
spear aimed at the group. "We're here to join.", Littlefoot said, trying to keep his voice calm. "Then
enter, young ones, we could use all the help we can get.", the blue feathered one said. The red one rose
his spear point up and allowed the six sharpteeth entry.