The rain splashed endlessly upon the form of two figures sloshing through the mud. An odd couple it was indeed, a fully-grown male fox, and a young female otter of about 14 seasons. Stopping beneath the shelter of a pine tree, the fox bent down, and placed his dark paws upon the muddy knees on his blue pants, and panted, winking at the female otter who had slumped against the bough of the
tree.

"That was some workout wasn't it Glennoar?" The male spoke with a smile upon his broad red face. The otter replied slowly.

"Aye it was goin' fine until th' rain came. Kuja ye old toad, pickin' the time o' day to run. Jest afore the rain comes." With that, she flicked a blob of mud off of her right leg at Kuja.

The fox stopped his panting when the mud splattered upon the side of his head. Flicking it off, he turned to his otter friend. "Alright, you asked for it!" With that said, he picked up a paw full of mud, and hurled it at Glennoar.

Glennoar yelled as the mud smacked against her chest, staining her blue tunic. Grabbing two pawfulls of the black slime that they called mud, she charged at the fox, and started a mud fight.

"Alright, alright! Truce?" Kuja had finally had enough, and they were both covered from head to toe in brown muck. Glennoar giggled then nodded, as they went back out into the rain, and trotted back to the separate camps.

Arrya was furious with Glennoar for having stained another tunic, the tenth one that week. Glennoar on the other hand, left her mother with the dirty tunic, and went to her room to dry off, and get into another dry soon-to-be dirty green jerkin.

She had plans for that day, so she hurried out of her room, and bumped into a tall male otter with an unusual grey fur color, and an all black right paw. "Sorry Slipstream!" She said with a blush.
The male turned to her and smiled broadly. "Its okay Glennoar, t'was my fault. See ye around!"

The female otter watched him go, before hurrying down the hall bumping into different creatures, until at last she reached her father's chambers. Stepping in gingerly, she was relieved when no one was there. Slowly and silently, she tip pawed over to a desk and picked up the long bladed blue steel throwing
dagger left on the table. Tucking it into her belt, she snuck out of the home, and into the deluge, failing to notice a shadow following her.

Karra followed her older sister out into the rain and into the woods, staying hidden, as Glennoar had taught her; she tracked down her older sister until she nearly stepped into plain view in a forest clearing.
Silently she watched her sister draw the blade, then flip it up into the air only to catch it again. The temptation to her was overwhelming, and she ran into the clearing right in line of the dagger just as it left Glennoar's paw.

"Can I try... ughhh."

A cry escaped Glennoar's lips, as she watched her beloved sister fall with the dagger in her heart. She ran to Karra, tears streaming down her face, comforting her sister in her last moments of life.

"Karra!" She sobbed. "Don't ye be leavin' me!"

Karra managed four words before her head lolled to one side. "I love you Glennoar."

Glennoar ripped the dagger from her sister, and flung it away like it had stung her. Standing up, she cradled her sister to her ignoring the blood that seeped onto her clean jerkin. She wept openly, her tears mingling with the rain, as she left the forest clearing cradling Karra to her as if she was nursing a babe.

Slowly Glennoar stumbled into the village clutching Karra to her, grief struck villagers motionless, and even the odd phrase. "What have you done?" Her father tore out of their home, and tore Karra way from Glennoar. Cradling his youngest daughter, he looked at Glennoar whose head was hung low, and he lashed out at her, sending Glennoar sprawling in the mud.

"Look what ye've done Glennoar, ye took the dagger an' slew yore own sister!" He yelled over the storm.

Glennoar struggled to rise, but was held down by the pressure of Udrig's footpaw. "I was an accident father! I never meant to slay her!

Udrig's flipped her over with his paw and snarled before kicking her, his footpaw hitting her throat. "Don't ye ever call me that agin, I disown ye as me daughter. Now gather yore belongings!"

Silently, Glennoar got up, and put a paw to her throat, and entered the home. She made her way into her room, and took own the haversack from the wall. Hastily, she packed what little she had, a spare change of clothing, her cross belt, and her journal.

Glennoar looked up as her door creaked open, and Slipstream walked in, his face showing compassion. "Ye didn't mean to do it right?"

Glennoar nodded her head unable to talk. The Slipstream sat down beside her on her bed, and gave her a kiss on her left cheek. "There t'aint much I can do fer ye, but wish ye good luck. Mayhap one day we will met again." Glennoar looked up into Slipstream's eyes and let a tear roll down her cheek, as
she hugged him, and left.

Outside in the rain, the whole tribe gathered around except for Slipstream who refused to watch his friend get banished. Glennoar looked around at their accusing faces, before stopping in front of Udrig. "All the plains will be yore enemy Glennoar, and if they can catch ye, they will kill ye, but first they must
catch ye, slayer, hunter, murderer with a quick paw, do yoreself good an' never return. To me ye be dead. Now go for ye are BANISHED!"

Glennoar looked up at him and snarled before spitting at his footpaws, and leaving. The whole tribe watched her go, some wishing her good luck, and some wanting to go out and hunter her down, and kill her. Then to their surprise, another, a tall male fox, joined her.

"Kuja mate, what be ye doin' 'ere?" She spoke at last, being able to regain her voice, partly, now she had an accent like those from the far south.

"I have left them Glennoar, and what happened to you was not right. Your father is unfair, and was unwise to do that. Today Glennoar he has made a dangerous enemy. I have your dagger with me too, I found it in the clearing." He replied as he handed Glennoar the dagger that had taken Karra's life.

Glennoar hesitated, it had been cleaned of all blood, it to her, was a curse. It was a curse she would have to bear. Slowly she took it and stashed it in her belt made of shark's skin. "Thankye mate, and ye be right, me father made an enemy today."