Willowsong padded through mossflower woods. Her sweet voice drifted through mossflower and between the trees. She finished the song, dragging out the last few notes.
Nightingale, Nightingale, how do you sing?
Return to me, and i'll be waiting.
The squirrelmaid froze as she heard pawsteps in the bushes behind her. She whriled around, ears perked up, tail totally errect with fear.
Suddenly a stone thudded into the side pf her head, and she swooned gracefully.
"Eh, got the li'el' warbler!"
"Ah, finish de job an shut her' up."
"Nah, i'd apprecate some fun with er' first, yeah? See how likes a bath in the river–weighted down by stones."
"Harharrharr, you wuz alas a cold one, Filthsnout. Drowning a little beauty like this."
"No beats put a paw to the maid-- Killclaw will decide what do with her."
There were a few mutinous muremers about this, but no beats opening challenged the officer.
Therefore, gagged and bound, Willow was dragged off, deep into the dark part of mossflower...