Fleck woke to a sword blade at his throat. Following the blade, he saw a young black doe with a white diamond on her forehead.

"Up." The doe commanded. Fleck stumbled to his feet.

"I'm up." Fleck said, drawing his sword.

the doe lashed out, making Fleck laugh.

"Any last words?" She asked.

"Your fighting with a sheath." Fleck said, laughing.

"I knew that." The doe said, dropping the sheath.

"Why did i wake up with a sheath at my neck?" Fleck asked.

"I've been tracking them wolves. i thought you was one of them." She said, laughing.

"Who might you be?" He asked.

"Bastille at your service." She said, bowing.

"I'm Fleck." Fleck said.

"Where are you going with that satchel?" Bastille asked.

"The Great Wood." Fleck said.

"Me too. Let's go together." She said.

"But-" Fleck was cut off as arrows streaked over the two kits.

"Run!" Bastille shouted, dragging an injured Fleck toward the forest.

hope ya'll liked it!!!

-Fleck