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.