Klitch had reached the outskirts of the Southwest Lands. His tracking skills, as minor as they were, had paid off and put him on the right track. His home was a beautiful paradise of lush greenery and sparkling streams. He had long forgotten the splendor of it all. He wondered why in hell his father had wanted to leave.

Klitch was bloody and dirty, his fine clothes were ripped and torn and he numerous cuts and bruises all over the place.

But he was finally home.

Klitch decided to wash up in a nearby pool to look presentable when reached the castle looming in the distance, as tall as the mountains behind it. So he had been right about his home being a grand estate. He smiled. Somehow he was always right.

Klitch dipped his footpaws in the cool water as he washed the blood and dirt from his yellow jerkin. The water was so clear you could see the trout swimming in it. Klitch was starving for had not eaten much in days. He dived into the stream for both a bath and a meal.

Klitch found he wasn't very good at catching fish. They were too quick for him and when he did catch one, it was so slippery it jumped out of his paws.

But Klitch was a resourceful and intelligent, young creature. He managed to spike a few with his dagger. It was like pinning big insects.

Klitch put the three or so trout on the band where would clean and gut them later. Then he relaxed by floating in the pool. The water did his wounds well. He closed his eyes, basking in the warm sunlight.

There was a waterfall on the other side of the pool. Klitch swam over to it. He could use it as a waterslide for fun. He scaled the rocks to the top of it and sat down. Klitch let out a whoop of joy as the strong current pushed him off the waterfall and into the stream below with a splash. He went right down to the bottom and kicked off from it. He broke the surface, panting and choking on the water he had swallowed as he had come up.

Klitch did this several times before sitting on the rocks letting the waterfall wash over his back. His back had the most wounds and three claw marks that had become long scars. Klitch groaned as he rubbed his stiff neck.

A stifled giggle rang out above the sound of the waterfall crashing over the rocks.

Klitch stiffened. He slowly rose and looked about for the culprit. He swore it had come from the waterfall. He reached in and waved his paw through the falling water, expecting his claws to scrap against stone.

But Klitch touched nothing but water. There was a cave behind the waterfall and there was somebeast in there.

Klitch didn't have his dagger with him. He had left it stuck in a fish all the way across the pool. But he could still threaten however was in there. He was quite intimidating.

'Come out now!' Klitch growled. 'I don't take kindly to beasts laughing at me.'

Klitch's jaw dropped as the prettiest female weasel he had ever seen emerged from the waterfall.