Firewing glided down from the air onto Woodleg's shoulder.
"Thank you." Woodleg said looking at Firewing.
Firewing nodded her head, and sat on his shoulder looking in the sky, as the letter slowly dissolved. The night was getting darker, and the stars appeared. The two were looking in the sky, when an elderly woman came tumbling out of the bushes. Firewing stumbled over, and Woodleg tilted his head like a dog. The woman got up and introduced herself.
The Magpie.
"How do you do?" She asked trying to sound polite.
"I'm fine. And you?" Asked Woodleg imitating her.
"Well, I was beaten by a bunch of balloon headed losers, my son was killed, and now, I'm seeking revenge." The Magpie explained.
"I see, and who may I ask did this to you?" Woodleg asked looking interested.
"Meggie Folchart."
"I see." Woodleg said nodding his head.
"Do you know where to find her?" She asked.
"I might."
Dustfinger finally looked away from the message. He headed back to the camp, and saw the flame was almost out. He got out his match and threw it in the fire, along with more wood by the camp. Mo came heading back, and looked at Dustfinger.
"You miss him?" Mo asked.
"Course!" Dustfinger replied almost shedding another tear.
"I shouldn't have yelled at him. He may be, well, fake, but family is family right?" Dustfinger replied.
Gwin jumped out of the bush, and sat on Dustfinger's lap.
"Did you see that buddy? My father loves me." Dustfinger patted Gwin on the back now.
Mo headed for the tent, when he turned to look at Dustfinger.
"Are you going to put out the fire, or are you coming to sleep now?" Mo asked.
"I'll be coming in soon, I'm just going to, go for a walk." He explained.
"Ok, but don't forget about the fire." Mo replied.
Dustfinger nodded, and Mo went into the tent to sleep. Dustfinger got up, and Gwin ran up his cloak to his shoulder. He started walking into the forest. A few birds flew above his head, and headed for a nest in the tree. Dustfinger headed forward, and ducked under a branch, and jumped over some rocks.
"Hmm. A father? Really?" He asked himself.
"He won't be to bad once I meet him right?" He turned to Gwin.
Gwin stared at her master, she tilted her head, and jumped for a bird flying behind them. The marten landed right on the bird, and her claws ripped through its neck.
"Ha." Dustfinger laughed.
He continued walking on. He found a couple of footprints, but noting to serious to get scared over. He stared at the moon, and wondered where his father was. Would he find him soon? Or maybe he would go away forever, and he would never see him again. Gwin came back with blood on her face, but with a full stomach for the night.
"We'll head back to camp now." Dustfinger replied.
Saying that they both headed back to the camp, to get a good nights sleep.
Dustfinger got back, and he put out the fire, and headed for the tent to sleep.