The stoat's unintelligible handwriting was studied in dismay by his friend, Deskel. The crickets were chirping, though it wasn't night yet. It was, in fact, late in the afternoon.
"No, no, Scribbles." the rat allowed himself a smirk at the stoat's name. "Your note can't be sent to Selried."
"Why not?" questioned the stoat, confusion clouding his features.
"Look, Scribbly... Can you read your own writing?"
"I found a 'c'!" exclaimed Scribbles with a proud grin, "I'm getting better."
Deskel sighed loudly, "Scribbly... It's a threatening message. Selried has to be able to read it." he growled, utterly frustrated.
"Well... I'll- I'll rewrite it." sighed Scribbles.
"Aye, Scribbles."he said, looking off into the darkness he frowned, "How'd we even get into this horde? How did we do that, again?"
"I don't know. Never saw the point in looking back to that day." he spoke, more then half of his concentration focused on the piece of parchment before him and the quill in his paw. "The past is the past." he said, suddenly looking up from his letter, as if that would solve any problem Deskel had with the past. Then he continued slowly rewriting the letter.
"Is that letter ready yet?" questioned a stoat, approaching with rapidity.
"One moment." murmured Scribbles, studying the letters on the parchment for a moment and continuing his slow progress.
The other stoat watched anxiously, tapping his footpaw impatiently.
"Hello, Sprague." the rat greeted the stoat.
The thinner stoat ignored the rat, peering intently over Scribble's shoulder, "Hurry... Hurry..." he murmured until it steadily became a chant.
"Here." said Scribbles, holding up the piece of parchment.
Sprague snatched it from the other stoat and sprinted off.
"He has to make it to Selried's before sunset." said Scribbles absentmindedly, watching the stoat who was steadily becoming smaller in the distance..
"Think he'll make it before the Darkdeath's begin watching the area?" asked Deskel, giving a glance to Sprague.
"Nuh-uh." said Scribbles, with a shake of his head.
"So he'll end up running for his life?"
"More then likely, I suppose."
The activity in Daezil's horde continued, mostly unaware of any outgoing messages. The few who knew didn't care that much... Sprague was fast.