Surrounded and outnumbered fifteen to one, the odds did not look good for Buffel the mouse. He had been peacefully traveling when he was suddenly ambushed by a group of vermin, all of them armed. Desperate to escape with his life, he tried to make a break for a gap in the ring the foebeasts had formed around him. However, he had only made it a few paces before one of the vermin stuck out her foot-paw and neatly tripped him. The pine marten drew her blade and pointed it at Buffel, keeping him down. "Sorry mate, it's nothing personal," she said with a smile, "just our line of work!"
The others, apparently followers looked to the marten for direction. "Hey Slinky," she said to a rather thin weasel, "search him for anything of value."
"It's Slickpaw," the weasel muttered, approaching the fallen mouse.
"I don't care, just search him," snapped the marten. The weasel obediently searched Buffel, only coming up with a few coins.
"Eh, this is all 'es got boss," Slickpaw grumbled, holding out the coins to his leader.
"Give them to Groddle, he'll watch them," the pine marten said, indicating the ferret who was standing next to her with a smile.
"Yes Lysistra," the ferret said to his leader, "hand them over, Slinky." Groddle took the few coins from Slickpaw and slipped them into his pouch. Slickpaw muttered under his breath, but went back to his place without conflict. It was then that a big dogfox spoke up.
"I think we should kill th' mouse," the fox said, hefting a large axe, "he'll jus' go squeal if we let 'im go."
"No Krix, let him be," Lysistra said, "he's been cooperative, there's no need to hurt him." She stayed the much larger fox with her free paw. Sheathing her blade, Lysistra let Buffel get up and walk away. But as the mouse tried to exit the circle, Slickpaw stood in his way.
"I think Krix is right," Slickpaw said, feeling the need to be contrary, "we should jus' kill 'im an' be done!'
"Shut up Slickpaw," Groddle snapped, stepping towards the smaller weasel threateningly, "you heard Lysistra, jus' leave him be." Slickpaw, not wanting to get in a fight with the larger ferret, let Buffel run away.
"Come on, let's go," Lysistra said, leading her gang away from the path where the ambush had occurred and back into the brush.
"Hellfires, I hate Groddle," Slickpaw muttered to himself, "just because the boss has takin' a liking to 'im he's gotten all full of 'imself."
((OOC: Feel free to join with any character and in any way you want. This thread is mostly to introduce Lysistra.))