"Kuja mate grab me paw!" Glennoar yelled at the top of her lungs as a torrent of rushing water carried her friend downstream to a log where he clung helplessly. Glennoar had run along the bank, until she could almost reach Kuja.  Kuja stretched out his long black paw as far as it could go, but it was not far
enough.

"I can't...reach you Glennoar!" Then he lost his grip, and was carried away downstream.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Glennoar cried, she was alone now, and she could do nothing to help her best friend. Sitting back, she drew her knees up to her chest and cried. She knew now the meaning of loneliness. Slowly, she sobbed, and she drifted off to sleep, tears still running down her face.

The new day brought the sun our, and the rain was gone. Glennoar awoke, and stood up, eyes still sludgy, and wet. The birds came out and sang, but Glennoar found no happiness in their song. Slowly, she opened up her haversack, and pulled out her journal. Yesterday was the eight-day of fall, and today was the ninth. If only Karra hadn't died at the young age of three season, then she would have been five today. Glennoar closed the book, and cried. Yes Karra would have been five, and she would have followed Glennoar to the hellgates and back.

Trudging on the 16 year old otter made her way over the rushing river, and onto the shore or and endless sea of cerulean water. Glennoar didn't care, she had nothing to live for, and slowly, her pace got slower, until she stopped altogether, and slumped down onto the sandy ground. She looked down at her footpaws, slowly drifting to sleep when she felt something blunt poking her in the side. Ignoring it the first time, she looked up after she was poked again, and she looked right into the sandy hued face of a young female sea otter, who had just stopped poking her with her footpaw.

"Hey!" She said cheerfully.

Glennoar just looked down and turned away. "Jest lemmie 'lone."

The sea otter undeterred by Glennoar's cold manner, stood right in front of her, and smiled again. "I'm Mythsa, Mythsa Seacatcher. Who are you?" She thrust out her paw, which was also a sandy hue to Glennoar.

Glennoar reluctantly took the sea otter's paw, and responded. "I be Glennoar." "Please to meetcha Glennoar! We should get off of the shore; corsair an' slavers love to raid this place. C'mon!" She said motioning Glennoar to follow her.

Being curious, Glennoar got up from the sand and caught up to the sea otter. "Erm, we're be we goin'?" She asked.

Mythsa Smiled and responded. "No place in particular, just off of the shore line. As for you, where might you be headin'?"

Glennoar shrugged. "Nowhere I be lost." Mythsa nodded her head and smiled. "Lost, how can you be lost if you are here? As for me, I am headin' to the northlands to Mossflower , wanna come along?"

Glennoar nodded in reply, as she walked in pace with her new friend. "Aye to Mossflower."

Together to two otters travelled, seeking the northern woodlands that they had fancied over firelight, and through the day. Until one night, ferrets captured them.

"Lemmie go!" Screamed Glennoar as she fought and struggled against her bonds.

A lean and wicked looking ferret stood up, and punched her in the face. Then Mythsa lost it, and she kicked up sand and yelled. "Leave her alone you fat slimy bull toad!"

Glennoar watched as the ferret left Glennoar and went for Mythsa, and began to torture her. "Call me that eh seadog. Vergul get me a flamin' branch, I'll will show this 'un some respect."

The ferret that was called Vergul immediately responded. "Har har, ya show 'er chief."

Glennoar could do nothing but watched as the ferret tortured her friend by flame, then Glennoar slumped forwards, watching as Mythsa mad no noise, Glennoar turned away, and bent over, grabbing a sharp rock, and sawed through her bonds, sneaking away, she took her dagger from a the chieftain's weapons, and leaped out. "'Ey! W'y don't ye leave 'er alone, see 'ow ye can fight against an armed
beast!"

As the ferret turned around she threw her dagger, slaying him instantly. The others angered charged her, but Glennoar would not be taken that easily. Rushing over to the fallen chieftain,

Glennoar wrenched her blade free, and drew the ferret's dagger from his belt. Then she attacked them, a cry upon her throat. "MYTHSAAAAAA!!!!!!"

She stabbed, and slashed, and every beast around her with the exception of her fiend, the foe fell before her, as Glennoar got her first real taste of battle. Then one was left, and her cringed as the fearful otter drew near.

"Spare me!!" He cried, but Glennoar raised the blood red daggers, and slashed down at the ferret cutting off his life, endlessly, she slashed and hacked until somebeast gasped. "Stop Glennoar, he is dead!"

Glennoar turned, and saw Mythsa, Angrily, she cut down the ropes, and pulled Mythsa's charred body from the post she had been tied to, and held her as she held Karra.

"Glennoar," She gasped. "Glennoar if you continue north, you will find a fortress called Ruddler. Go there."

"What 'bout ye?" Glennoar croaked. Mythsa shook her head and grasped Glennoar's paw. "My time has come friend, now go, you will be happy there." And at last did Mythsa Seacatcher die in the paws of her friend.

Glennoar cried again, as she picked up her friend. Slowly, and carefully she dug a hole deep into the sand cliffs. Glennoar painfully placed her friend inside, and also the weapons of the vanquished foe. Then she picked up the trident. Light in weight it was, and it suited her. She placed it aside, and then filled
the tomb in with sand.

"So close Mythsa, we were so close our new 'ome. Live forever, and one day, one day Mythsa, I promise we will meet again"

Glennoar grabbed the trident, and ran north.