Ok, chapter 4, finally. Enjoy, and please R&R!

After only about 30 minutes, Fox was feeling successful. He had managed to rally round him, a reasonable band of creatures, who agreed to go and meet Aslan at the Stone table.

He finally decided there were enough creatures, for now, to send on. He was just telling the band of creatures where they were to go, when a haunting howling cut through the air. Fox started and turned - that had sounded too close for comfort!

For a second or two, everyone in the area remained as still and quiet as possible. The fox couldn't hear anyone breathing at all.

Suddenly, with a crashing of branches, and many a spine-tingling snarl, a pack of wolves burst into the clearing. The other animals scattered, but when Mr. Fox tried to run, one of the wolves grabbed in its jaws. Then, without a second thought for the other creatures which had fled only moments ago, the pack turned and loped off in the direction they had come from.

Fox was carried for what he thought must've been at least half a mile, probably more. Suddenly, they slowed down. And then Fox saw why.

Just ahead of them, he could see the White Witch, Jadis, standing staring at the river, with two smaller figures beside her. As they came nearer to her, Fox realised that the others were the dwarf, Ginnabrik, and - the fourth Son of Adam!

He watched as the dwarf walked off, and then, suddenly they were in the small clearing. One of the wolves said "Your Majesty."

The Witch turned to look at them. King Edmund also looked that way. The wolf said "We found the traitor. He was rallying your enemies near the Shuddering Woods."

In the Shuddering Woods, you idiot, Fox thought, just as the wolf holding him threw him to the ground. He got uneasily to his feet. The Witch moved towards him and said "Ah. Nice of you to drop in. You were so helpful to my wolves last night. Perhaps you can help me now."

Mr. Fox just bowed his head, and said "Forgive me, Your Majesty."

"Oh, don't waste my time with flattery," she snapped. Fox just looked her in the eye, and - with the knowledge that he was going to die anyway - said, in his snottiest voice "Not to seem rude, but I wasn't actually talking to you."

He could've sworn he saw a muscle twitch in her cheek, but she remained cold and collected. Moving closer, she pointed her wand at him, and said "Where are the humans headed?"

Fox just remained silent, and prepared himself for the blow. But before the Witch could get it over with, Edmund ran forward.

"No, wait. Don't," he cried. "The Beaver said something about the Stone Table, and that Aslan had an army there."

She looked sceptical for a moment. "An army?"

She then looked around Edmund, at the fox, and raised her eyebrows. Fox's eyes met his King's, and with a sigh, he hung his head and tail.

"Thank you, Edmund. Well, I'm glad this creature, got to see some honesty - before he dies!"

There was a flash of blue light, and then nothing.

A warm sensation was spreading through the fox's body. For a moment, he remembered a blue flash, and a crushing blackness. Then, Aslan was standing before him, and he began to work out what was happening. After only a few seconds, he figured out that Aslan had somehow revived him, but how, he didn't know. All he knew, was that he was alive, and there was a heck of a lot of celebrating to do!