Chapter 10

Right as Brome and his friends were captured by the Northland Shrews, Martin, Tungro, Hermaine, and Hanzo were waking up. Folgrim was nowhere to be seen. Martin yawned and streched his paws. He bidded everybeast a pleasant good morning, everyone at the campsite all bid Martin a good morning as well.

"Has anybeast seen Folgrim?"

Martin asked his comrades. Hanzo and Hermaine shook their heads in unison, and Tungro smiled to his left cheek and shook his head.

"I bet you anything, he's hunting for breakfast or for vermin."

"I hope it's the latter."

Martin replied, dusting his tunic off.

Meulo was patrolling the riverbank, munching on a piece of mouse meat and carrying a small net big enough for a mouse, mole, vole, or shrew. The cannibalistic weasel threw the bone into the water and bobbing his head above the water was Folgrim. Folgrim made sure that the weasel didn't see him, so he slowly retreated back into the water. Folgrim placed his pike in the sand and opened his canteen to fill it with the fresh drink. Just as Meulo was filling his canteen a loud blub was heard. Meulo's ears perked up, he dropped the open canteen in the sand, and picked up his pike. He got into a battle stance and scanned the waters for any potential threats. He then noticed his canteen was leaking water, right as he leaned down to pick it up, Folgrim sprang out of the water, and slash Meulo's jugular. The otter then dragged the dead weasel's corpse into the water, and tied his carcass to large rocks, so his body wouldn't float up to the top. Folgrim then grabbed Meulo's pike and canteen and retreated back into the water.

Folgrim made it back to the campsite, with a small net full of fish.

"Morning, everyone, I got us breakfast."

"Welcome back, Fol. Where did you get the net?"

Tungro politely asked.

"I snagged it off of a dead weasel."

"Was the weasel already dead, or did you kill him?"

Folgrim scoffed at his older brother.

"He was already dead when I saw him in my sights."

Tungro returned the scoff.

"By the fur and claw, no vermin is safe when Folgrim's around."

"Not at all, there's enough fish in here for one beast, so I better start roasting."

Folgrim was roasting their breakfast, as he was cooking ther fish. Hermaine and Hanzo noticed they had plenty of scones in ther haversacks.

"You don't need to keep roast those fish, Fol. We've got."

"Plenty of scones in our sacks."

Hanzo continued. Folgrim looked at the twins and chuckled.

"I know, it's just I've been craving fish."

"You can have your fish, and we'll."

"Have our scones."

"Alright you two, breakfast is almost done."

Folgrim called out. As soon as the fish was roasted to perfection, he handed everybeast a fish on a spit. Martin took a bite and spat out a piece of fish bone.

"I do appreciate what you did, Folgrim. But, I'm not too big on eating other creatures."

"If you don't want the fish, I'll take it."

Folgrim said. As Martin passed his fish along, Tungro intervened and snagged the fish from Martin's paws.

"I'll take that, Folgrim's already got three fishes as it is."

Martin saw Folgrim eat the three roasted freshwater creatures, one piece at a time.

"Hmhmhm, you're right, I think I'll have me a scone."

"Suit yourself, Martin, more fish for my brother and I."

Folgrim said with a mouthful of fish."

After breakfast, Martin slung his haversack across his shoulders and was ready to continue his journey. The other beasts there were ready as well.

"Alright, we keep moving North."

"If I may ask, where are we headed?"

Hanzo asked his mouse companion. Martin smile and said.

"We're going to an old friend of mine."

Hanzo smiled at the reply Martin gave him, he was excited to see the beasts he had known before he came to Mossflower Woods. The 5 beasts extinguished the campfire and marched off North.

Back at Elan's camp, he with Gnarlac, Nula, and Jagtooth were eating a pieces of dead roasted bankvole they hunted. Jagtooth, with a mouthful of vole spoke.

"Sho, Sheef. You sheem very deshperate to findng dish Redstone Housh."

"Jagtooth, please swallow your food before talking."

Jagtooth swallowed the piece of meat and continued.

"Was it that Martin fellow?"

Elan's eyes widened, the memories of Kotir flooded back to him.

"Yes, yes it was. I want revenge on that mouse for killing a very important beast."

Jagtooth tilted his head to his left shoulder and asked the anticipated question.

"Who did he kill?"

"A Queen named Tsarmina, after Bane died, she was our new leader. She offering us fame and fortune, as long as we stayed loyal to her, however that dastardly Martin decided to terrorize her and flood her Castle, I was among the few who survive the flooding of Kotir. I had to escape Mossflower so that I wouldn't be slain, now I've returned and I want vengeance upon the beasts who killed my Lord, and drove me out of my home."

Elan stood up and stretched out his paws, he then shouted at the top of his lungs towards the sky.

"Hear me, Martin! You're seasons are up, time to reap what you've sown! It's time for a day of reckoning!"

After Elan shouted at the sky maniacally, Jarka sprinted out of the bushes and trees, like a bat out of hell.

"Jarka, good to see you, did you find anything on your patrol with Meulo?"

Jarka kneeled down, using his pike as a support.

"Chief, I've got bad news. One of Martin's creatures killed Muelo, slashed his jugular and dragged him into the water."

"Which beast was it?"

"An otter, I couldn't make out his face, but it was an otter, no mouse is big or strong enough to pull a weasel into the water, and badgers and are too tall, it was an otter."

"Hmm, more creatures to slay that affiliate themselves with that terror. When we eventually reach them, you will have the honors of killing the otter that did your brother in."

Jarka smiled deviously at what his leader said to him.