Post by blackfox7 on Apr 28, 2008 21:22:36 GMT -5
The ferret was walking alone along the brook, his eyes always pointed due west, towards the vast sea. It had been years since he had seen his wife and young son. The journey had not been easy, so it was pointless to return to his home Kingdom unrewarded. And nothing less than the work of the Badger Lord of Salamandastron would make him turn. When he found the beach he would go straight north to Salamandastron, come foul weather or any foe. Clenching his teeth, the white-masked ferret plowed through a patch of trefoil as if unhindered.