Klitch gaped at the female before him. She had dark chocolate fur, her eyes a shade lighter than that with dark red lips. She wore a soaking wet black dress that clung tightly to her lean and fit body. The waterfall behind her and the droplets of water cascading over her fur making her even more heavenly. She twisted strands of dark headfur around her claw as she stared at him just as transfixed as he was with her.

She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

The weaselmaid averted his gaze and looked down. Klitch kept staring dumbly not noticing his mouth hanging open.

There was an awkward silence between the two vermin adolescents.

She brought her head back up to say simply,

'Hello.' She had a bittersweet voice that sounded sophisticated yet naive at the same time.

'Hello.' He smiled at her with the charm he had inherited from his father. His blue eyes dancing wildly.

The weaselmaid gathered up her skirts and without saying anything further, she walked past him and off into woods.

Klitch watched her go.

He shook his head.

What an odd female.

He swam across the pool and lay on the bank next to the pile of fish. They smelt from being left in the sun and had flies swarming all over them. Klitch pulled his dagger from the fish he had stuck it in and left them to rot.

He washed the fishy stench from his dagger in the water and went over to the tree branch where he had left his jerkin and cap to dry off. He got dressed and checked his reflection in the pool.

Then he set off in the direction the weaselmaid had gone.