It was on a dark and silent night that Jorral Redtail arrive in Mossflower woods. The only sound in the thick summer air was the timid chirp of the occasional cricket. This was the type of night Jorral lived for. Surveying the forest floor below, he scampered from tree to tree with the carefree ease of a natural. Being a squirrel, Jorral felt more comfortable in the trees than on the ground. Unlike other squirrels, Jorral had no tribe to call home. He was the line survivor of the ill fated Redtail clan.
It was a beautiful night but Jorral paid no mind. He had only one thing on his mind, vengeance. This thought filled his mind and blocked out almost all other feelings. He did not seek vengeance on any certain animal but instead his hatered was focused on a whole species. Jorrals clan had been captured by a large group of fox slavers and due to their carelessness, were killed by a group of adders. This goal of revenge was his main thought at almost ever waking moment of his life.
Jorral had traveled far that day and decided to find a good tree to spend the night. "Looks like this spot is as good as any" he mumbled to himself as he tightened the hood of his cloak and crawled into a tiny hollow in the trunk of a tree. It was a tight fit even for a squirrel as thin as Jorral but he made it through. Once inside, Jorral found himself in a dry but cozy room just big enough for him to stand in.
Sitting down, he removed his belt and opened the small pouch attatched. It contained a small assortment of nuts and tubers he had foraged,a flask of water, and a worn whetstone. While chewing thoughtfully on a tuber, Jorral deftly sharpened his two daggers with the whetstone. The stone and daggers once belonged to his father, Krata Redtail, who had been killed on that terrible night.
While he worked, Jorral hummed an old tune his father had taught him long ago. He didn't remember the words but he did remember the tune. It was a slow but cheerful song meant to help focus his attention on the task at hand. When he had finished, Jorral lay down on a small pile of leaves and fell into a deep, but dreamless sleep.
When the morning came Jorral wearily climbed out of the hollow. The sunlight nearly blinded him but he welcomed the warmth it brought to his chilled bones. Suddenly he heard a sound in a patch of bushes near the base of his tree. "Who's there!?" Jorral demanded in an impatient voice….