Lol iknow that feeling.
I think this one kind of dragged on just a bjt too long. It would be better to find an ending place and start a new one to continue the story XD
Myself though I've been pretty swamped lately myself :p
Fenrath looked from the mug pinned to the wall to the pine marten who had done so. “Aye, bally, I’ve got the castle nitch,” he replied as he took the knife from the wall, “but just cause ya can toss a knife about doesn’t mean yer any good in the shadows.” Fen leaned across the table to Serghei, grinning quite broadly. “So, ‘ow long have ya been in this ‘business’ and what have ya been doin’?”
"Please don't turn me over to the long patrol." the fox says, ears flat. That was surely a death sentence for just crossing them on a bad day. His ears quickly perk up as he adds, "Well, I am going to assume that since we are here having this conversation that you are not going to inflict woodlander style vigulanty justice upon my hide. To which I am eternally thankfull." Rascal adds quickly.
"I have to admit, in the chaos that just happened I cant remember if I introduced myself. Call me Rascal." the pudgy fox takes a bow that would be far more grand if not for his belly falling halway to his knees.
"Since my debt is fufilled I guess…I will just take my leave then?" the vulpine gestures at the open door.
((OOC: so the hubby's preparing to go back to school and I've been working two jobs. Sorry this has been so long in the making.))
"Fishin' some Dace fish," he grinned, trotting over to the stream. It was, for the most part, as narrow and slow moving as where he and his mother habitually bathed. But on one end of their land, close to the woods, it widened out in a very careful egg shape, narrow end towards the woods and the wide end towards the house and the road. The little pool was smooth as glass on the surface, save for where water skimmers traversed the surface. On the far bank there were a smattering of cattails and lily pads, but where Derry now stood, the water was shallow, with a thin ribbon of silty, mica-flecked sand separating the water and the grass. "They like ta come close ta here an' eat all th' bugs, " the child informed Tul in a tone of revealing a well-guarded secret.
Derry was about to drop the bucket and shed his clothes so he could fish, when he looked up at Tul questioningly. It hadn't occurred to ask before, in all the excitement of meeting his guest, but… Tul was a rat. He knew how to swim, of course, but.."D'you fish like otters fish, Mister Tul?"
As he was walking to the chiefs lodge, he remembered something. "What about that little hedgehog that we saw yesterday? When we were at the cave?" Icefurr said, looking at Oaktail. "She might have…actually, I have no idea," Oaktail responded. They arrived at the lodge, and Aspen knocked firmly on the door. "Come in." They walked in, and before them stood the chief of the village.
He wished he had a better answer then that, but it was all a blur to him at the moment. Then, "Am sorry this happen," she said with concern on her face. Lance knew she was worried over not from him, but whoever attacked him and left him for dead. Most would be dead in his situation if they didn't get medical attention.
When she propped him up, he figured out why there were three of cups of tea and confirmed from her next words. "You drink this," as she handed him the cup, "Good for pain." Not all of it. A stray thought he ignored as he accepted the cup and drank a bit of the tea.
It did indeed help ease some of the pain he felt and didn't taste that bad either to which Derry piped up the same thing with a smile. "Its….good, I guess?" He said, half compliment and question since hes never drank tea before. "And......thank you." Then he realized her never asked what her name was and chastised himself mentally for that.