Hello there everyone, it's been a looong time. Thank you to everyone who has reviewed my story. Your words have been very helpful. So, here is the new chapter 3. Hope you like it. Please let me know what you think. Enjoy!

Dawn was beginning to creep up over the thick trees of Mossflower Woods. The air was bitingly cold, but there was fortunately no wind to carry the chill. Denner had retreated into his personal tent to catch a brief respite before the days events played out. The most recent watch at the foxcamp, a fox named Flinn, tugged his winter cloak more closely toward his body. He was well clothed and only his cheeks felt the nip in the air. As he kept a careful eye across the lake, he prepared an early morning meal of apple pancakes he had found amongst the camp's supplies. A kettle for tea was boiling over his fire.

The rest of the tents on the shore remained quiet, as the foxes took their rest. An occasional snore issued from some of the tents. The lake itself was still and in the early morning light, it had a frosty blue gleam to it as it reflected the young spring sky. Only a soft whisper issued from the sand as the water nudged against it slightly.

The pancakes were ready. An enticing smell of cake and apple permeated the air. Flinn's mouth watered slightly as he lifted the flapjacks into a plate. With a cup of hot brewed tea at paw, Flinn passed the time pleasantly eating his breakfast.

He was finishing up the apple pancakes when he noticed something peculiar happening to the edge of the lake surrounding the falls. Flinn leaned forward slightly and narrowed his eyes in suspicion. He set down his dish and tea mug carefully upon the sand.

"What in the name of..."

Slowly and silently, a soft fog began to develop. Beginning at the falls and spreading along the lake's surface, it was a silent invasion of white.

Flinn took a step backward, his paw sinking slightly into the sand. He remained transfixed on the invasion of billowing fog quickly approaching the camp. In seemingly no time at all, the camp was smothered in a soft moist blanket.

Flinn gasped, whirling round as all that had been familiar a moment ago was wiped clean. He knew what he needed to do next. The frightened fox took off across the sand stumbling in his haste and awkwardly attempting to dodge his cook fire and the supplies scattered around the rows of tents. Though the mist was blinding, Flinn firmly kept a presence of mind. He strained his eyes and felt his way around. Eventually, he grabbed hold of a tent flap and leaning over slightly, breathed a sigh of relief.

Denner was currently enjoying a well- deserved nap in his snug make- shift chamber on the sand. His slumber was shattered abruptly as Flinn threw open the flaps of the entrance.

"Lord Denner! Sir! There is something that you must see at once! Lord Denner!"

The wildcat sat up, blankets falling to his lap. He gazed blearily at the fox.

"Urrrr, unnh... damn, fox. It's too early. Ooowaaah..." Denner mumbled. He yawned toothily and raised his muscular arms over his head in a stretch.

He stared at Flinn, who was twisting and writhing in the entrance, apparently agitated by something.

"Hrmm, what ails you at this hour?"

The fox gave a frantic little hop. "Me eyes can't be playin' tricks. I was takin' watch duty as ordered, when there came from over the falls some sort of devilry. Before two shakes of me tail, the whole camp's covered in queer white cloud! What is to be done, sir?"

Denner quickly extracted himself from the blankets and blew past the fox sentry calling,

"Cloud, is it? Well ye should have said so sooner!"