Author's note: FINALLY!!!!!!!! The finished chapter 3!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!!!

Disclaimer: forgot this at the beginning, all charactors except spring, virkilde, his foxes, and a few others are created by B.J.

Dripeye shifted uneasily in the ranks of Virkilde's robber band. He didn't know why the chief had called them there, but he had a bad feeling about it. Partly because he and his friend Ratface had played a rather nasty trick on him last night (namely putting honey and a hornet's nest in his tent while he slept). A hush fell over the 26 or so foxes as Virkilde appeared from the tent. Dripeye could have burst out laughing. The chief's normally sleek black fur was tangled and sticky, and there were large red bumps all over his face and legs. Someone in the crowd couldn't suppress a snigger, but they were immediately silenced by a murderous look from the leader. "As you can see, we have a practical joker in the group," he said at a level of dangerous calm. "Ratface, up here. NOW." Dripeye looked at his partner in crime. The fox was trembling uncontrollably, and his eyes were wide with terror. It was plain to see that he was rooted to the spot with terror. "Well, well, it seems that we have a rebel too. Ratface, if you aren't here by the time I count to 10, then you will be sorry that you were ever born." Virkilde began to count. "1.2.3." Ratface quickly found his feet, and began scrambling for his life through the crowd. By the time Virkilde had counted to six, Ratface was there, panting for all he was worth. He stood up and saluted. The chief's paw shot out, grabbing the unfortunate fox by the throat and lifting him off the ground. "This fox thinks it's funny to disgrace his commander." His voice boomed out over the crowd, "Well, let me tell you, it's not funny!" The dangling Ratface tried to say something, but it came out "Gurgle aught gyyle Dripeye!"

"Silence! Now, everyone watch how I punish practical joking!" He turned to face Ratface, drew his sword, and ran the poor fox through. Hi pulled the sword free, and dropped the carcass on the ground. "Aikaron, get the troops ready to move. It's getting dark."

An hour later, the setting sun shone down on Virkilde, at the head of the column of 25 foxes, one less then that morning.