"You understand your mission, both of you?" it hissed, looking between them.

"Tiu, Yecre'm." said a small echidness, low on one knee. She glanced up to see how he took this. He gave her a murderous glare. "Err, I mean," she stammered, bowing again. "Yes, master."

"(Cle-ver.)" whispered the Tasmanian devil next to her, smirking at her Egyptian words.

"(Yaham Yahut!)" She snarled, glaring at him.

"ENOUGH!!" it yelled, causing them both to shiver in combined cold and fear. "You know you duty."

"Yes, sir." they answered. They got up, turned and walked out.

"(Great goin'.)" He whispered, elbowing her. "(You're really on his good side now (!))"

"(Aw, stuff it!)" She growled, teeth bared at him.

"(Ooh, scary (!))" he said, with 'slight' sarcasm.

"Lucifer, Zoi..."

They stopped, not turning round.

"Do not think of treachery. I will be following you..."

They stood for a few seconds, then continued.

"(We've got to get away, somehow!)" Whispered Zoi, squeezing Lucifer's hand, looking at him with tears in her eyes.

"There's no chance," he said, walking out of the cave, dragging her with him. "The fox was the first and, probably, the only one to get away. By the way, let go." he added, pulling his hand out of hers. "We aren't a couple."

She looked poutingly at him, looking a bit dejected...
Why had she done it?!?

She backed away from the cavern walls in time to avoid the whole wall crashing down on her. She heard the voice, like ice itself:

"Thou shalt never leave this place alive, mortal! And even if you do, YOU CAN'T ESCAPE ME, MINION!! I'LL HUNT YOU DOWN TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH!!!"

She didn't look back. She couldn't if she tried. She was using all her energy to get away from this abomination and his minions. She skidded round a corner to the mouth of the cavern, just in time; it turned out, to evade her tail being shredded and blasted off. She screamed to the ice outside:

"HELP ME!! SOMEBODY GET IT AWAY FROM ME!! SOMEONE GET RID OF THE-"

"BANCREK!!" Alana yelped in the darkness of the hut, sitting up sharply, sweat dripping down her face. She covered her mouth and looked over to the other fox. He looked as if he was going to wake, then turned to face her, still asleep, mumbling something.

Alana was relived at once. She was afraid she would have to explain too soon. She got out of bed, walked over to him, and looked at him.

She then brushed his fringe aside, and kissed him on the cheek.

She was puzzled for a moment, about why she did it. Then she realized. She looked longingly at him for a moment longer, then went back to bed...