Sverrir
watched as the horde marched back to him.
A
vast amount of the horde was caked in mud and had vast facial
expressions to match.
A
weasel ran up to him
"Chief,
err.. We lost the Foxes but we found Vittles! he..he...huurgh"
The
weasel fell down as Sverrir killed the weasel.
"You
lose the Foxes, but come back with vittles to compromise? Foxes are
good spies and are good fighters when provoked. HAH A newborn Fox
could best you anytime!" Taunted Sverrir Blackpelt.
"Cheif?"
A voice said,
"What?"
replied an annoyed Sverrir.
Sometimes
he felt like just killing everybeast in the army and going it alone.
"err..
Chief, Although we lost the Foxes and we assume the position Coward,
Me and Bluddtooth found some hostages, P'raps you'd like a look?"
A spearferret spoke
"
Show me these Hostages" Sverrir ordered.
A
shrew and a Hedgehog were brought forward.
The
Hedgehog was obviously the younger and was shaking like a leaf.
"You
are now under, my chief's rule,Sverrir Blackpelt. Your belonging are
now his.." but the Stoat that spoke was kicked to the ground by
the shrew.
"You
vermin, You .. You evil..You .."Shouted the shrew as it punched
the stoat viciously.
Sverrir
intervened,
"This
one is to be kept on starvation patrol. No water or food will reach
this one until two moons from now."
The
shrew was dragged over to a post a few metres away by a Rat and was
tied there hand and foot,
"You
Vermin Blackpelt. My friends will come and you'll end up as a skin
carpet"
The
rat whipped the Shrew into Silence.
