Wolfsbane glided from tree to tree, on his way to Redwall Abbey. He hadn't been there in nearly half a season, far too long for anybeast. As he headed toward Redwall, he couldn't tell but think of the wonderful vittle of Redwall that was famous throughout Mossflower: the moles' famous deeper n' ever pie, salad with yellow nutcheese and Abbey dressing, apple and pear flan, candied chestnuts, and others, all to be washed down with October Ale, elderberry wine, different cordials, and strawberry fizz. He could almost taste the food in his mouth. He hoped that Skipper of the Otters was there, before Skipper made the best shrimp 'n hotroot soup. Wolfsbane was one of the few non-otter beasts who had developed a taste for hotroot soup, and Skipper made it the best. Hoo hoo! He couldn't wait till he reached Redwall.
A couple of hours later, he was there. Wolfsbane took a final jump and glided down to the southern gate of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower's sanctuary. In a blink of an eye, Wolfsbane removed one of his long knives from its sheath, and banged the amber-studded hilt to the gate five times. Impatiently, he waited for someone to open the gates.