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Salamandastorn was just the opposite of Redwall that morning. The ocean waves crashed against the mountain fortress home to the Badger Lord, and the loyal hares who served under him. The mood at the mountain had gotten slowly better, as did Snowfur's mood as the though of the fox that caused the blood wrath in him had been slowly pushed aside in his mind.
The hares found it affordable to relax...well at least the ones who were not in the Long Patrol. Unlike Redwall, most of the hares in Salamandastorn didn't have the time to call today a lazy day unless they wanted it to be a very busy night scrubbing the floors with an old hole filled rag.
Tammo and Curieux had gotten up early and left the mountain to go on a patrol to make up to the one that Curieux had missed while he was getting a weapon. The two were walking along the edge of the Mossflower woods, Salamandastorn was still in sight but it kept getting smaller and smaller as the two walked across the beach. They both seemed quite happy because they both were not talking about anything serious. Tammo and Curieux were becoming good friend, but Tammo didn't want Curieux to think of him as a friend but as his superior officer, but it was easier said than done.
Curieux was looking all around him taking everything in "It's had to believe how big Mossflower really is..." Curieux said looking at the pinkish, orange sky as the sun rose and the stars faded from the sky.
"Aye it is a big place, and the Long Patrol can only do so much wot!"
Curieux covered his ears "Please can't you end a jolly sentence without thinking of the bloody mountain!"
Tammo laughed "Well it's a beautiful morning..." he said agreeing with Curieux, abandoning the subject of the Long Patrol as he took a small glance out toward the sea.
Tammo had been raised strictly to be the leader of the Long Patrol, but ever since he met Curieux it kind of made him think that that's how he would have probably been like if he was just a normal hare.
"Aye certainly is wot!" Curieux said nodding his head.
Curieux said. Tammo sat down "We've been walking for awhile, let's take a break."
"Now you're talking, break out the jolly food! Why I bet I could scoff the entire mountain." Curieux said smacking his lips.
Tammo made a look of mock horror while he was taking out some scones, and damson ale "Fate's forbid! You would literally eat us out of house and home?"
Curieux ate the scones, and drunk the ale, coughing from eating too fast every now and then, he just hit his chest and forced it down with some more ale and just continued to eat.
When the two finished they looked out at the ocean "Wonder what's out there?" Curieux asked.
"Dunno, maybe one day some beast will find out."
Curieux laughed "Doubt it. You probably fall off the planet if you sail too far out."
Tammo snorted with disbelief "Now where did you hear such rubbish?" he asked lightly cuffing Curieux playfully.
"Oh from a friend of a friend of a friends father who told him that." Curieux said smiling.
Tammo shook his head "Rubbish, just plain rubbish. You wouldn't fall off the planet. I think you just keep going until you reach land. Now the real question I want to know is what other creatures are out there, that would be a great discovery aye?"
Curieux nodded his head "Aye that it would be." Putting a paw to his chin as he gave it some thought.
Tammo got up and waved to Curieux "Well breaks over let's move out."
Curieux got up and saluted "Yes sir wot!"
A few minuets after they ended their break and started to walk again they hear something coming from the woods. Tammo slowly drew his blade, Curieux did the same. Tammo got behind a tree near the path in the forest, Curieux was mimicking Tammo's movements precisely. When they saw that it was a hare they relaxed putting away their swords. "Hello old chap!" Tammo called out to the hare.
"I say jolly good morn' to you wot!" the hare responded.
Tammo and Curieux walked up to the hare. "Wait I know you!" Tammo said pointing to the hare "Rabsire from Redwall I presume?" Tammo said bowing.
"You are jolly well correct. Who is the young chap with you?" Rabsire asked pointing to Curieux.
Tammo pushed Curieux forward "This young chap is Private Curieux De Accomplir of the Long Patrol."
Curieux shook Rabsire's paw "Tis a pleasure to meet you Rabsire."
Rabsire violently shook Curieux's paw "Oh no sir the pleasure's all mine wot wot! You don't know how glad I am to see another face. All this for a flippin letter wot wot!"
Tammo held out a paw "A letter? May I see it?"
Curieux reached into his bag and pulled out the letter "I don't see why not; it's for Snowfur."
Tammo walked out onto the beach so he could hold the letter up to the sun, he was able to read some of the letter. When he finished he sighed heavily and walked back to Rabsire giving him the letter back. "When we get to Salamandastorn you had better let me finish the delivery." Tammo said in a depressed tone.
Curieux and Rabsire were both equally confused "Why? Is there something wrong?" Curieux asked.
Tammo stood there for a long moment "Let's go...it's a long way back to Salamandastorn. We shall escort you Rabsire."
The three hares walked back to Salamandastorn. It seemed that the closer they got to the mountain the more depressed Tammo got. "What did you think he saw in the letter?" Curieux asked Rabsire softly.
Rabsire shook his head "Ain't got a flippin clue what's bothering the chap." Rabsire said throwing up his hands and shaking his head.
When they reached the large oak doors. Tammo opened the doors to Salamandastorn, the smell of ash, and burning wood filled the mountain where weapon's of expert craftsmanship were made. The Great Hall of Salamandastorn was nothing like Redwall's; it seemed more empty, and gloomy. The inside of the mountain looked just like the outside, just stone. The Great Hall was lit by torches and a large fireplace in the back of the room, above the fireplace was a wide assortment of decorative weapons, and armor; some actually worn and used by former Badger Lords. "Amazing..." Rabsire said looking all around him "It's no wonder my mother talked about this place so much."
Tammo put a paw on Rabsire's shoulder trying to lighten the mood "Aye, there's a lot of history in this place." Tammo pointed to a very large sword above the fire place "That sword was once used by Lord Brocktree. The first Lord of Salamandastorn and the very beast who foraged the blade of Martin the Warrior."
Rabsire walked up to the blade, it was truly a badgers weapon, it was massive. Rabsire's paw slowly reached out to touch the blade standing on the tips of his hind paws, but he was also afraid that it might break seeing how old it was, when a massive paw reached over him and grasped the handle lifting the sword and held it in front of Rabsire. Snowfur as standing there grinning from ear to ear "We keep pride in our weapon's here, we treat them as living creatures, and to let one start to rust is almost like forgetting to feed a hare."
Rabsire made a look of mock horror on his face "Forgetting to feed a hare?!" he said putting his paws on his cheeks.
"You can touch the blade, it won't bite." Snowfur said to Rabsire holding the sword out to Rabsire. Rabsire took a long moment staring at his reflection in the blade, slowly his paw left his side and was slowly raised until it was level with the blade, he took another look at Snowfur who just nodded his head and smiled, Rabsire touched the blade, it felt cold but also he could almost feel Lord Brocktree's presence within the blade, he knew then why Snowfur said that they treat their weapons here like living creatures; it was an amazing feeling.
Snowfur set the blade back in it's place above the fireplace and turned to Rabsire who was staring at his paws "I know how you feel. I could have sworn that I looked at my paws for at least the entire day after my father let me touch the blade, even more so when I was strong enough to hold it; it was almost as if I could hear Lord Brocktree speaking to me. Well now what is your name sir?" Snowfur asked Rabsire.
Rabsire shook his head coming back to his senses "Oh you know me sir...then again that was a long time ago."
Snowfur took a close look at the hare "Don't tell me it's...Rabsire! Oh my you have grown! Why you are the spitting image of your mother."
Rabsire playfully hit Snowfur on the arm "Oh stop! You'll embarrass a chap to death." Rabsire said blushing from embarrassment, Curieux, and Tammo couldn't help giggling a little, Rabsire turned to the two puffing out his chest "Hmpf! Consider yourselves lucky that I don't want to shame you in front of the Badger Lord!"
The two hares couldn't help it anymore, the two burst into laughter, even Snowfur couldn't help laughing, Rabsire felt like laughing too but tried to keep a serious face. When the humor in the room died down some Snowfur sat down next to the fireplace "Well now. I don't think the Abbey would have sent you here to just tell jokes and have a tour of the mountain. What is your business here?" Snowfur asked readjusting himself into a more comfortable position.
Rabsire was still transfixed at all the weaponry, wondering how many of them spoke like Lord Brocktree's sword "I have a letter to deliver to your from the Abbey." Snowfur scanned over the beginning of the letter; the three hares stared at him awaiting his reaction. Snowfur got out of his chair, Tammo thought that he would go into another rage, but all he did was yawn and say "I didn't get much sleep last night. I was up late working in the forage. If you do not mind I will go to bed early." The three hares shook their heads.
The way back to his quarters seemed so long as Snowfur walked up the stairs. When he reached the large double doors leading to his quarters, he took another look at the letter and walked into the room. Snowfur sat down on the edge of his bed staring at the back of the letter. He didn't know what to do, he didn't know if the fox had made this stuff up or not. Deciding that it wasn't his problem Snowfur crumbled up the letter and threw it at the lit fire place. The letter bounced off the back of the fireplace and landed safely on the edge of the fireplace, Snowfur hit his knee out of frustration. That is when a large cracking noise came form the stone fireplace as small embers shot everywhere, one of the embers fell onto the parchment "Well that was easier than I thought!" Snowfur said crossing his arms, and smiling pleased; but his grin quickly turned into a look of amazement.
It was odd because under normal circumstances the letter would have been burnt to a crisp in a matter of seconds, but the paper wouldn't burn. Snowfur felt as if there was another beast in the room. Badger Lords have seemed to have a kind of sixth sense, in times of great trouble, or when a Badger Lord was seeking information of a successor to the mountain he would seek the advice from long dead Badger Lords. Snowfur stared at the fire place and saw a faint misty outline of a badger; Snowfur gasped and took a step back when the image became clearer. The reason why the letter would not burn was because Brocktree was protecting it, his large transparent paws were cupped around the letter, and though it was not on fire it did not burn. Snowfur stood there watching Brocktree protect the letter "Why is that thing so important?" Snowfur thought.
Brocktree's eyes shot toward Snowfur, all sign's of rage written on his face "You dare ask that?!" Though Brocktree's lips did not move Snowfur could clearly hear the former Badger Lord's thought's "There are some beasts fit to live a peaceful life, and those who aren't, but you are not the one who can be that judge!! A fox he is, that is true. But that should mean nothing to you! This fox is pure, though there is darkness in the deepest parts of his heart; it is not a piece of him but only a shard. Do not shun this fox because of his race, his is different I guarantee. This you shall eventually find out but I dread, it may too late...when the fox is dead...doing his duty; protecting the Abbey."
Snowfur walked over to Brocktree's transparent figure, he reached near the fire to get the letter, his paw winced unsure about getting the letter he looked at Brocktree, he had said all that was needed to say, so he merely smiled and nodded his head. Snowfur reached into the transparent paws and pulled the letter out, the fire immediately going out. Brocktree got up and looked Snowfur in the eyes, he said nothing; he knew that he didn't need to, Snowfur had to walk his own path, and he didn't need someone to hold his paw the whole way. Brocktree turned to the secret tomb of Badger Lords and walked though to stone door, vanishing.
Snowfur read the letter more thoroughly this time
Dear Snowfur, Badger Lord of Salamandastorn
I am Methuselah, the assistant recorder of Redwall Abbey. I regret to say that we didn't meet on good term's the last time we saw each other. Please I beg of you read this whole thing before you throw it out the window or into a fire. If you haven't remembered me yet I am the fox from the Abbey. Which brings me to why I have written this. Snowfur...forgive me for being blunt but what you are doing is wrong. Almost everyone at the Abbey had friends at Salamandastorn, and I'm sure that the hares there feel the same way about the Abbey; if not for friends than most defiantly the food, forgive my attempt at humor...
I am asking you please do not punish the Abbey, and the hares just because of me. You said the only way you would allow the hares back at Redwall would be if I either died, or left Redwall...Well I've decided to leave; but it was not because of your threats. I am going on my own personal agenda, but before I go I wanted to make sure that you stay true to your word. I don't know how long I will be gone, or even if I will be coming back...But I don't want you to abandon the Abbey once again if I should return. Besides, who will Rabsire have to look up to if he has to journey all the way to Salamandastorn just to talk with the Long Patrol Hares? Who will help us from having to worry about leftovers during feasts? Well I'm sure you catch my drift...I shall be leaving the Abbey as soon as I get a reply from you, or when Rabsire returns.
Snowfur ran a paw through the thick jet black fur on his head after reading the letter again for the third time. He was still quite shocked about seeing Brocktree, but also equally shocked about the letter "Surely a fox couldn't write something like this."
Snowfur knew that foxes were second to none when it came to deceiving, but this letter he could tell was written not from the mind, but from the heart. Despite all this though a part of him, a rather large part too didn't want to trust Methuselah still. "What should I do?" Snowfur asked the mountain expecting an answer, or a sign of some kind. He sighed deeply lowering his head when he received no reply.
Salamandastorn was just the opposite of Redwall that morning. The ocean waves crashed against the mountain fortress home to the Badger Lord, and the loyal hares who served under him. The mood at the mountain had gotten slowly better, as did Snowfur's mood as the though of the fox that caused the blood wrath in him had been slowly pushed aside in his mind.
The hares found it affordable to relax...well at least the ones who were not in the Long Patrol. Unlike Redwall, most of the hares in Salamandastorn didn't have the time to call today a lazy day unless they wanted it to be a very busy night scrubbing the floors with an old hole filled rag.
Tammo and Curieux had gotten up early and left the mountain to go on a patrol to make up to the one that Curieux had missed while he was getting a weapon. The two were walking along the edge of the Mossflower woods, Salamandastorn was still in sight but it kept getting smaller and smaller as the two walked across the beach. They both seemed quite happy because they both were not talking about anything serious. Tammo and Curieux were becoming good friend, but Tammo didn't want Curieux to think of him as a friend but as his superior officer, but it was easier said than done.
Curieux was looking all around him taking everything in "It's had to believe how big Mossflower really is..." Curieux said looking at the pinkish, orange sky as the sun rose and the stars faded from the sky.
"Aye it is a big place, and the Long Patrol can only do so much wot!"
Curieux covered his ears "Please can't you end a jolly sentence without thinking of the bloody mountain!"
Tammo laughed "Well it's a beautiful morning..." he said agreeing with Curieux, abandoning the subject of the Long Patrol as he took a small glance out toward the sea.
Tammo had been raised strictly to be the leader of the Long Patrol, but ever since he met Curieux it kind of made him think that that's how he would have probably been like if he was just a normal hare.
"Aye certainly is wot!" Curieux said nodding his head.
Curieux said. Tammo sat down "We've been walking for awhile, let's take a break."
"Now you're talking, break out the jolly food! Why I bet I could scoff the entire mountain." Curieux said smacking his lips.
Tammo made a look of mock horror while he was taking out some scones, and damson ale "Fate's forbid! You would literally eat us out of house and home?"
Curieux ate the scones, and drunk the ale, coughing from eating too fast every now and then, he just hit his chest and forced it down with some more ale and just continued to eat.
When the two finished they looked out at the ocean "Wonder what's out there?" Curieux asked.
"Dunno, maybe one day some beast will find out."
Curieux laughed "Doubt it. You probably fall off the planet if you sail too far out."
Tammo snorted with disbelief "Now where did you hear such rubbish?" he asked lightly cuffing Curieux playfully.
"Oh from a friend of a friend of a friends father who told him that." Curieux said smiling.
Tammo shook his head "Rubbish, just plain rubbish. You wouldn't fall off the planet. I think you just keep going until you reach land. Now the real question I want to know is what other creatures are out there, that would be a great discovery aye?"
Curieux nodded his head "Aye that it would be." Putting a paw to his chin as he gave it some thought.
Tammo got up and waved to Curieux "Well breaks over let's move out."
Curieux got up and saluted "Yes sir wot!"
A few minuets after they ended their break and started to walk again they hear something coming from the woods. Tammo slowly drew his blade, Curieux did the same. Tammo got behind a tree near the path in the forest, Curieux was mimicking Tammo's movements precisely. When they saw that it was a hare they relaxed putting away their swords. "Hello old chap!" Tammo called out to the hare.
"I say jolly good morn' to you wot!" the hare responded.
Tammo and Curieux walked up to the hare. "Wait I know you!" Tammo said pointing to the hare "Rabsire from Redwall I presume?" Tammo said bowing.
"You are jolly well correct. Who is the young chap with you?" Rabsire asked pointing to Curieux.
Tammo pushed Curieux forward "This young chap is Private Curieux De Accomplir of the Long Patrol."
Curieux shook Rabsire's paw "Tis a pleasure to meet you Rabsire."
Rabsire violently shook Curieux's paw "Oh no sir the pleasure's all mine wot wot! You don't know how glad I am to see another face. All this for a flippin letter wot wot!"
Tammo held out a paw "A letter? May I see it?"
Curieux reached into his bag and pulled out the letter "I don't see why not; it's for Snowfur."
Tammo walked out onto the beach so he could hold the letter up to the sun, he was able to read some of the letter. When he finished he sighed heavily and walked back to Rabsire giving him the letter back. "When we get to Salamandastorn you had better let me finish the delivery." Tammo said in a depressed tone.
Curieux and Rabsire were both equally confused "Why? Is there something wrong?" Curieux asked.
Tammo stood there for a long moment "Let's go...it's a long way back to Salamandastorn. We shall escort you Rabsire."
The three hares walked back to Salamandastorn. It seemed that the closer they got to the mountain the more depressed Tammo got. "What did you think he saw in the letter?" Curieux asked Rabsire softly.
Rabsire shook his head "Ain't got a flippin clue what's bothering the chap." Rabsire said throwing up his hands and shaking his head.
When they reached the large oak doors. Tammo opened the doors to Salamandastorn, the smell of ash, and burning wood filled the mountain where weapon's of expert craftsmanship were made. The Great Hall of Salamandastorn was nothing like Redwall's; it seemed more empty, and gloomy. The inside of the mountain looked just like the outside, just stone. The Great Hall was lit by torches and a large fireplace in the back of the room, above the fireplace was a wide assortment of decorative weapons, and armor; some actually worn and used by former Badger Lords. "Amazing..." Rabsire said looking all around him "It's no wonder my mother talked about this place so much."
Tammo put a paw on Rabsire's shoulder trying to lighten the mood "Aye, there's a lot of history in this place." Tammo pointed to a very large sword above the fire place "That sword was once used by Lord Brocktree. The first Lord of Salamandastorn and the very beast who foraged the blade of Martin the Warrior."
Rabsire walked up to the blade, it was truly a badgers weapon, it was massive. Rabsire's paw slowly reached out to touch the blade standing on the tips of his hind paws, but he was also afraid that it might break seeing how old it was, when a massive paw reached over him and grasped the handle lifting the sword and held it in front of Rabsire. Snowfur as standing there grinning from ear to ear "We keep pride in our weapon's here, we treat them as living creatures, and to let one start to rust is almost like forgetting to feed a hare."
Rabsire made a look of mock horror on his face "Forgetting to feed a hare?!" he said putting his paws on his cheeks.
"You can touch the blade, it won't bite." Snowfur said to Rabsire holding the sword out to Rabsire. Rabsire took a long moment staring at his reflection in the blade, slowly his paw left his side and was slowly raised until it was level with the blade, he took another look at Snowfur who just nodded his head and smiled, Rabsire touched the blade, it felt cold but also he could almost feel Lord Brocktree's presence within the blade, he knew then why Snowfur said that they treat their weapons here like living creatures; it was an amazing feeling.
Snowfur set the blade back in it's place above the fireplace and turned to Rabsire who was staring at his paws "I know how you feel. I could have sworn that I looked at my paws for at least the entire day after my father let me touch the blade, even more so when I was strong enough to hold it; it was almost as if I could hear Lord Brocktree speaking to me. Well now what is your name sir?" Snowfur asked Rabsire.
Rabsire shook his head coming back to his senses "Oh you know me sir...then again that was a long time ago."
Snowfur took a close look at the hare "Don't tell me it's...Rabsire! Oh my you have grown! Why you are the spitting image of your mother."
Rabsire playfully hit Snowfur on the arm "Oh stop! You'll embarrass a chap to death." Rabsire said blushing from embarrassment, Curieux, and Tammo couldn't help giggling a little, Rabsire turned to the two puffing out his chest "Hmpf! Consider yourselves lucky that I don't want to shame you in front of the Badger Lord!"
The two hares couldn't help it anymore, the two burst into laughter, even Snowfur couldn't help laughing, Rabsire felt like laughing too but tried to keep a serious face. When the humor in the room died down some Snowfur sat down next to the fireplace "Well now. I don't think the Abbey would have sent you here to just tell jokes and have a tour of the mountain. What is your business here?" Snowfur asked readjusting himself into a more comfortable position.
Rabsire was still transfixed at all the weaponry, wondering how many of them spoke like Lord Brocktree's sword "I have a letter to deliver to your from the Abbey." Snowfur scanned over the beginning of the letter; the three hares stared at him awaiting his reaction. Snowfur got out of his chair, Tammo thought that he would go into another rage, but all he did was yawn and say "I didn't get much sleep last night. I was up late working in the forage. If you do not mind I will go to bed early." The three hares shook their heads.
The way back to his quarters seemed so long as Snowfur walked up the stairs. When he reached the large double doors leading to his quarters, he took another look at the letter and walked into the room. Snowfur sat down on the edge of his bed staring at the back of the letter. He didn't know what to do, he didn't know if the fox had made this stuff up or not. Deciding that it wasn't his problem Snowfur crumbled up the letter and threw it at the lit fire place. The letter bounced off the back of the fireplace and landed safely on the edge of the fireplace, Snowfur hit his knee out of frustration. That is when a large cracking noise came form the stone fireplace as small embers shot everywhere, one of the embers fell onto the parchment "Well that was easier than I thought!" Snowfur said crossing his arms, and smiling pleased; but his grin quickly turned into a look of amazement.
It was odd because under normal circumstances the letter would have been burnt to a crisp in a matter of seconds, but the paper wouldn't burn. Snowfur felt as if there was another beast in the room. Badger Lords have seemed to have a kind of sixth sense, in times of great trouble, or when a Badger Lord was seeking information of a successor to the mountain he would seek the advice from long dead Badger Lords. Snowfur stared at the fire place and saw a faint misty outline of a badger; Snowfur gasped and took a step back when the image became clearer. The reason why the letter would not burn was because Brocktree was protecting it, his large transparent paws were cupped around the letter, and though it was not on fire it did not burn. Snowfur stood there watching Brocktree protect the letter "Why is that thing so important?" Snowfur thought.
Brocktree's eyes shot toward Snowfur, all sign's of rage written on his face "You dare ask that?!" Though Brocktree's lips did not move Snowfur could clearly hear the former Badger Lord's thought's "There are some beasts fit to live a peaceful life, and those who aren't, but you are not the one who can be that judge!! A fox he is, that is true. But that should mean nothing to you! This fox is pure, though there is darkness in the deepest parts of his heart; it is not a piece of him but only a shard. Do not shun this fox because of his race, his is different I guarantee. This you shall eventually find out but I dread, it may too late...when the fox is dead...doing his duty; protecting the Abbey."
Snowfur walked over to Brocktree's transparent figure, he reached near the fire to get the letter, his paw winced unsure about getting the letter he looked at Brocktree, he had said all that was needed to say, so he merely smiled and nodded his head. Snowfur reached into the transparent paws and pulled the letter out, the fire immediately going out. Brocktree got up and looked Snowfur in the eyes, he said nothing; he knew that he didn't need to, Snowfur had to walk his own path, and he didn't need someone to hold his paw the whole way. Brocktree turned to the secret tomb of Badger Lords and walked though to stone door, vanishing.
Snowfur read the letter more thoroughly this time
Dear Snowfur, Badger Lord of Salamandastorn
I am Methuselah, the assistant recorder of Redwall Abbey. I regret to say that we didn't meet on good term's the last time we saw each other. Please I beg of you read this whole thing before you throw it out the window or into a fire. If you haven't remembered me yet I am the fox from the Abbey. Which brings me to why I have written this. Snowfur...forgive me for being blunt but what you are doing is wrong. Almost everyone at the Abbey had friends at Salamandastorn, and I'm sure that the hares there feel the same way about the Abbey; if not for friends than most defiantly the food, forgive my attempt at humor...
I am asking you please do not punish the Abbey, and the hares just because of me. You said the only way you would allow the hares back at Redwall would be if I either died, or left Redwall...Well I've decided to leave; but it was not because of your threats. I am going on my own personal agenda, but before I go I wanted to make sure that you stay true to your word. I don't know how long I will be gone, or even if I will be coming back...But I don't want you to abandon the Abbey once again if I should return. Besides, who will Rabsire have to look up to if he has to journey all the way to Salamandastorn just to talk with the Long Patrol Hares? Who will help us from having to worry about leftovers during feasts? Well I'm sure you catch my drift...I shall be leaving the Abbey as soon as I get a reply from you, or when Rabsire returns.
Snowfur ran a paw through the thick jet black fur on his head after reading the letter again for the third time. He was still quite shocked about seeing Brocktree, but also equally shocked about the letter "Surely a fox couldn't write something like this."
Snowfur knew that foxes were second to none when it came to deceiving, but this letter he could tell was written not from the mind, but from the heart. Despite all this though a part of him, a rather large part too didn't want to trust Methuselah still. "What should I do?" Snowfur asked the mountain expecting an answer, or a sign of some kind. He sighed deeply lowering his head when he received no reply.
