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One Last Request

The fox and weasel had both stopped by a secluded pond not far from his house.

Velasquez kept a look out while the weasel got on his hands and knees to drink water from the pond.

When he was done the weasel felt the sudden call of nature. He looked up at the fox.

Velasquez chuckled, "Be lucky you're not at my age." He had to go too anyway, "Hope you don't mind if I join you.

The weasel hesitated then swallowed his pride and pulled down his pants while the fox did the same.

The pair did their business, then they were on the move.

They made it to the captain's cottage quickly.

Constance was there sitting alone at her kitchen table with no husband or anyone to keep her. She heard the footsteps approaching outside, then smelled her husband. She got up to open the door.

Velasquez smiled, "Connie..."

She was surprised, but she wasn't happy to see him. She slapped him hard when he leaned into kiss her. "You're supposed to be in jail..."

Velasquez let his cheek sting with her little claw marks complimenting the cut on his other cheek. "I got out..."

"You broke out of jail? And you come right back here? Are you trying to take me down with you? Because that's what's going to happen! I want you out! I don't want to see or hear from you again!"

Velasquez listened to her berate him, "I would never hurt you..."

"Just like you would never hurt Libertada..."

He growled, "You don't talk about my Libertada!" He lost control then and he lashed at her, striking her down before he could stop himself.

Constance fell holding her face as it grew red, "GET OUT!"

And they were forced to leave as she locked the two of them out of his own home that he built himself.

Velasquez kneeled at his doorstep for a long minute before the weasel spoke, "We'd better get going."

He got up, "My barracks... I need my weapons, my troops."

His ranger barracks were right behind his house. Lucky for the pair the front door was unlocked. He went in and began rummaging through the armory inside, taking some throwing knives, a sword, a crossbow. He let the weasel have the knives, kept the sword and bow for himself. He found a quiver with plenty of bolts prepped for shooting.

They were almost ready to go until they both heard the door open again.

Velasquez signaled for the weasel to hide while he did the same, crossbow armed and ready.

The stranger came inside wearing armor similar to that of the city guard.

Velasquez let a bolt fly and it hit its target dead on.

Ben gripped his throat as the arrow pierced him through. The rottweiler pulled on the bolt but it was lodged in his neck.

Velasquez felt his heart sink when he saw that he'd just killed one of his own soldiers.

The dog's eyes rolled back before he fell dead on one of the beds.

Velasquez sobbed, "No, Ben..."

...

Irving awoke the next morning to light nibbling on his neck. He opened his eyes to find himself staring into the pretty blue eyes of that ferret he mated with last night.

She kissed him when she saw he was awake then ground her swollen vulva some more against his cock.

It was clear she wanted more of Irving before he had to go.

He was happy to oblige. He pushed the jill off so he could place himself between her legs.

They kissed some more before he pushed inside her.

They continued to kiss as he worked hard to breed her full of his pups.

Nadine had to wonder where were the men as eager and talented as this when she was his age? She contorted appreciatively to his every sure thrust, confident in his ability to put a baby in this lovely jill.

In the meantime, Justin and Alice were up long before Irving and Nadine.

Justin had enjoyed an early morning oral session from the otteress, but then the both of them took a quick bath then got dressed for the day ahead. They were to hit that forest trail, the new one that had been built to allow for safer passage to Volaria, the bird village.

Justin went to fetch Irving while Alice packed. The blue jay was puzzled to find the stoat's rented room was empty. Then, he heard the immodest moans of his young companion from the opposite end of the hall.

Irving humped Nadine hard and fast until felt his balls pull up tight.

Nadine kissed him most appreciatively as he inseminated her more with his healthy semen.

Justin knocked on the door, "Irving!"

The teenaged stoat sat up, "Yeah?" While Nadine kept kissing him all over.

"We gotta go now if we wanna make it to the village before sundown today."

The teen groaned, "Alright!"

Nadine let him go but said, "You will come back won't you? I ain't havin' no babies if there's no daddy to help me with 'em."

Irving gulped, "Right... I'll come back... Right now, I need to help my friend reunite with his family."

She kissed him goodbye, "Then go!"

...

Irving was dressed, packed up then downstairs in good time.

He met his friends down in the tavern.

Justin greeted the youth, "So... How many girls is that you've knocked up by now?"

Irving blushed, "Counting my sister... Three. It's like I can't control myself when I'm around pretty girls."

Justin laughed, "You're young, you'll get better, otherwise... We'll have another Fritz Fuchs on our hands." He playfully jabbed the teen.

Irving laughed nervously, "I hope not..."

Then the three were off.

...

There was a loud knock on the cabin door.

Constance answered it, "City guard I presume!"

The otter at the front spoke, "That's right! Your husband, Captain Velasquez murdered one of our soldiers, and our commanding officer, then ran off with one of our rookies, most likely as a hostage."

Constance nodded, "He won't be here; I've kicked his worthless ass out! But, we do have a barracks right behind this house. He could be holed up in there, I never go in."

The otter didn't believe her, "Right..." He picked two to his right, "You both go check for those barracks, see if she isn't lying!" Then, he looked to the vixen, "You realize if you're lying, we could arrest you for abetting a murderer."

Constance scoffed, "I wouldn't abet or even bed with a coward who'd abandon someone at their time of need."

The otter, a seasoned veteran, still wasn't buying it, "We're coming in!"

She stepped aside gracefully, "Please do! I've got a pot on, I'm making paella. I hope you boys could stay for a bowl."

The otter rolled his eyes as he searched around for anything, a secret trapdoor, something she could be hiding.

A sable under his command took the time to sample the boiling rice, "Ooh... That's better than the slop we have to eat!"

A chubby badger took a taste, "Yeah, that's damn good!"

Constance giggled as she watched the soldiers eat her paella while their leader searched for her husband.

Meanwhile, the two guards who'd been assigned to find the barracks, had indeed found the barracks.

The ferret scoffed, "So the preggo bitch wasn't lyin'!"

The polecat at his side asked, "So do we go in?"

The ferret smacked his companion, "And risk bein' ambushed? Fuck no! We're goin' right back to the house!"

The polecat was hesitant, "But, we don't even know if he's in there... And Geryson gets pretty sore if we're slackin' off."

The ferret rolled his eyes, "Fine! You go in an' get yourself killed! More pay for me anyway!" He went back to the cabin.

The polecat stayed and hesitated before he went into the barracks, "Hello?"

Right away, he was grabbed and pinned against a wall by Velasquez.

The fox got up in the polecat's face, "How many guards are in my house right now?"

The polecat stammered, "S-s-seven... Plus our captain, that's eight... Nine if my mate's there already."

The fox chuckled darkly, "Oh, you know math... That's good."

The polecat started laughing nervously with him.

Velasquez then violently slammed the polecat against the hard stone wall until he felt the poor fellow go still in his arms.

The polecat slumped in his arms, skull cracked open, brain lacerated and neck broken.

Velasquez let him drop before noticing his weasel comrade, "You're noticeably lax about me killing your fellow soldiers."

The weasel shrugged, "They never did nothing for me."

He corrected the weasel, "That's anything." Then he stepped out, leaving the polecat to bleed out on the floor.

The otter, Geryson, came out of the bedroom carrying Velasquez's sword. He was flabbergasted to find his men sitting around the table enjoying the vixen's paella rice. "What the fuck is all this?"

One of his subordinates pointed out an extra bowl left for him, "Sit down an' eat, Cap! This stuff is amazing!"

The otter had to admit it smelled good, but they were on the job right now. He confronted Constance, "You!" He held up the sword, "I found this by your bed! Care to explain?"

She laughed, "That's from yesterday, when your commanding officer came and escorted my husband out of here. He always left his weapons by our bed like that."

The otter frowned, "Right..." He held the vixen by her throat, as he started to notice how attractive she was up close, "If you don't tell me where your husband is..." He let his paw go down her body until he felt her crotch through her dress, "Then I'll..."

She shivered when he touched her there, "Or you'll rape me? Can't rape the willing, darling." She kissed him suddenly.

The otter suddenly found himself unable to resist her vixen charms as he let her wedge her tongue in his mouth to play with his own tongue.

His soldiers all cheered their captain like they were some adolescent schoolboys.

Constance broke her kiss with Geryson, "Come on, Captain... Interrogate me all you want." She said as she rubbed her crotch against him.

The otter tried to stay professional but then couldn't control himself. He had her bodice open so he could see her breasts, he had her on the table so he could flip up her skirt and see her pussy, then he had his garments pulled down as he thrust inside the vixen giving his soldiers a show to go with their paella.

And as the otter was humping his wife, Velasquez was right outside, gritting his teeth as he watched the display. He knew she had seen him coming through the window, then she pushed that otter into fucking her. She was distracting him, for his sake, but he couldn't let that bastard get away with fucking his wife!

The otter captain grunted as he erupted deep inside the vixen.

Connie moaned her fake moans, this poor bastard didn't even last long enough to satisfy her, not like her husband who always took his time to please her.

She still let the otter nibble on her bare breasts as he worked himself up for a second round.

The ferret ran in at the moment his captain started pumping into her again, "Geryson! Uh..." he stopped, quickly forgetting what he was going to say, "What the fuck?" were his last words before a crossbow bolt pierced his skull, making him shriek suddenly before he dropped dead on the floor.

The otter and all the guard stopped when their fellow soldier was just killed before them.

Velasquez armed another bolt to his crossbow then aimed directly for the otter captain.

Geryson turned and saw him, before an arrow lodged itself right between his eyes.

The otter fell dead right on top of Constance making her scream.

All the guard got up to defend themselves.

The weasel, who'd snuck in through a back way that Velasquez had directed him to, threw his knives into the necks of two guards.

Velasquez now had to run to defend himself as the guards ran after him.

One stayed behind to watch the vixen.

The weasel slashed his throat before he could react.

He helped Constance to her feet, "Are you alright, Madam?"

"Fuck no, I'm not alright! I've got a dead man's blood on me!" She brushed herself clean, "Where's my husband?"

The weasel pointed to the woods, "Out there!"

"Take me to him!" was her order.

...

As Velasquez continued to add a larger body count to his crimes, Justin, Alice and Irving were already on their way to Volaria.

Alice could read better so she was able to help Justin pick the right routes depending on the signs they came across.

Irving, as always, trailed in back, dragging his bags while swatting at flies.

They didn't get far in before Justin's experienced eyes caught sight of some people running through the woods, off the beaten path.

Justin stopped his friends, "There's someone out there. I feel like we should go after them."

...

Velasquez panted as he hid from the three guards that trailed after him through the woods. He could see the dirt road from here, he'd be a sitting duck if he went out there. He heard a guard's heavy metal boot. He withdrew his sword and swung up at an angle, catching an unlucky sable off guard and decapitating the fellow.

He stood over the twitching, spurting body before he kept going. Now he had only two to deal with.

The two remaining came upon their deceased comrade.

The mongoose cursed loudly, "This is fucked! He's just gonna kill us all off!"

The chubby badger scoffed, "And you're wantin' us to go back to headquarters wit' our tails between our legs? Want 'em dockin' our pay or lockin' us in chains for lettin' a fugitive get away?"

The mongoose spat on the dead sable, "Better than dying!" He ran off, abandoning his fellow officer.

The mongoose didn't get far before he felt a throwing knife hit him directly in the chest, it bounced off his armor, but distracted him long enough to allow Velasquez to get close.

The fox jammed his sword through the mongoose, gutting him, then pulled out causing the small predator's guts to spill out as he fell.

The fat badger stood at guard as soon as he saw the fox and that traitorous weasel, "Two against one, eh? Well, come on! I'll take on a whole army o' ya!" He charged blindly after them, then slipped on the sable's blood, causing him to fall.

That was all Velasquez nodded. He ran the fat badger through as soon as he hit the ground.

The badger screamed in agony as his stomach was split open, spilling his last meal onto the forest floor.

Velasquez pushed the big lug off of his sword.

The badger fell on his back, holding his gut before he saw the fox's blade come down. It pierced the badger's neck, but that wasn't enough for the fox. He sawed through, completely decapitating the fat badger.

The fox had killed more men today than he ever had in his whole career as a ranger, a defender of these woods. He didn't have time to despair about his place in life before he saw Justin running after him.

"Velasquez!" The blue jay shouted as soon as he recognized the old fox.

The fox ran.

Justin stumbled before he fell over the three soldiers that Velasquez had just slaughtered.

The weasel who had been aiding Velasquez attempted to sneak up on the bird.

The experienced warrior swung on him, impaling the traitor on his hunting knife.

The weasel was dead.

Alice caught up with him and had to hold her gut at the sight of the dead bodies strewn around this area. "Justin, what's happened?"

Justin wiped the weasel's blood from his knife, "No time... Velasquez is getting away!" He ran off after the fox, leaving his two friends behind.

Velasquez stumbled as he came out into a clearing. He held his chest as he panted, sweating profusely from all the running he'd done. He looked up and saw where he'd run to... It was the pond again, his home wasn't far from here, but he couldn't go back now.

Constance stepped out into the clearing, "Are you quite done yet, soldier?"

The fox shook his head, "I never meant for you to be involved in this."

She kicked dirt in his face, "Well, tough shit, I'm involved in it now! I can't believe I'd married a spineless coward like you, slaughtering men with their backs turned, you... I don't know what I ever saw in you."

Velasquez sobbed, a broken man now, "Just go... For our son's sake, just get out of here."

Constance shook her head in pity, "Your son... Fuck you! I'm going back home, I'm going to live with my mom and my dad, and they'll take much better care of me than you ever did! And your son... I won't even tell him your name!"

Velasquez became enraged, he needed his name to be carried on. "You can't do that!"

She spat on him, "Just try and stop me, Charley!"

She struck a final nerve on him, using his hated English name on him.

Constance turned to leave but didn't get two steps away before a bolt pierced her body, her heart, killing her instantly.

Velasquez dropped his bow in despair when he realized what he'd just done. He fell to his knees and began to mourn his loss.

It was at this time that Justin found him.

The jay saw the dead vixen, saw the weapon by the captain's paw. He kicked it away with his own arrow pointed directly in the traitorous captain's face. "Was this all worth it, Captain?"

Velasquez sobbed, a broken man, "No..."

Justin sighed and lowered his bow, unwilling to kill an unarmed man. "Care to talk about it?"

Velasquez felt tears running down his muzzle as he looked out at the pond, "You remember this is where I first found you, Justin?"

Justin did remember, "I do..." He saw Alice and Irving. A simple look from him told them to stay out of this.

Velasquez sniffed, "This pond has been important to me for many years... This is where I first proposed to my Libertada... Where we first made love... Where we used to go swimming with our children. I lied... When my wife was taken with my youngest child, I did find them both... My son... My boy..." He looked out through eyes clouded over with tears, "He'd been butchered for meat and they made Libertada eat his flesh."

Justin felt his heart sink for the broken fox.

"My Libertada... She never healed... How can you heal from that? I cared for her in our home, my beautiful cabin I built for us. But, living with her became unbearable and I know she knew how I felt. One day... She asks me..."

...

A younger Velasquez fell to his knees at his wife's bedside when he'd heard her grave request. "N-no, no! Libertada! I can't! I-I'm a ranger, I'm sworn to protect life... Not to-"

A physically scarred vixen stopped him with a gentle paw on his shoulder, "It's not murder... You'll be helping me. Please? Everyday all I can see is Marcus... I see them raping our son and raping me... Please."

Velasquez couldn't argue with her anymore, he never could.

One day, he took her out to the pond where she would always come out to bathe herself. Where they would make love during her many baths.

At the edge, Libertada undressed herself for her final bath.

A young Velasquez also undressed so he would join her one last time.

She stuck a toe into the waters, just as she always did when she would seduce him to come in with her.

Velasquez had realized at that moment, despite her scars, she was still the woman he married, whom he swore unconditional love to. He let her lead him into the pond.

When they'd reached the right depth, she turned and kissed him, as their baths would always progress.

Before long, the couple were making love there in waist deep water, he thrusting in and out of her to make her last moments as enjoyable.

They kissed as he tied with his mate, as he flooded her one final time with his precious life-giving seed.

He felt her tears against his cheek, "Libertada..."

She whispered, "I'm ready."

Then, with his wrists wrapped firm around her neck, he pushed his wife beneath the waves and she never even fought him, not once.

Velasquez sobbed in despair as she started to slip away, slowly. His hands squeezed tight around her neck, depriving her of oxygen as he held her underwater, as bubbles started to rise from her.

Velasquez squeezed tighter, felt her neck constricting the more he dug his nails in.

Then, finally, he felt her neck break in his hands and she stopped breathing.

Velasquez held a while longer until he was sure she was dead. He began to weep for his dead wife.

...

Velasquez still wept for her as he remembered scattering her ashes over these waters.

Justin comforted the old fox, "You did what you thought you had to do..."

He embraced the bird as he continued to speak "After that was when I first met your Nestor... He was still young, not a chieftain yet. He told me what he would do if he were in charge, how he would fix this whole forest if he could... These woods are fool of evil people who will steal your life for the coins in your pockets... And I spent my whole life fighting them, only to become what I fought." He saw the body of his Constance, eyes wide open in shock. "Just see how easy it was for me to murder the mother of my unborn..." He sniffed.

He looked at Justin, "Do you understand?"

Justin shook his head, "No... I can never understand hurting someone you love. My Kali would not keep me if I weren't who my father raised me to be."

Velasquez sighed, "Can you... do one more thing for me?"

Justin's heart skipped, "What?"

Velasquez looked out at the pond... "Like I did for my Libertada... Can you... end my life for me?"

Justin took a deep breath, "How?"

The fox stood, "I'm sure you can figure it out..." He discarded his boots, then he waded slowly into the pond while Justin looked on.

Justin swallowed his pride before he stood with his bow. He waited for the fox to stop.

Both Alice and Irving watched from where they stood.

Velasquez stopped when he reached the right depth. He turned in waist deep water and nodded to the bird standing on the bank.

Justin nodded back. He notched his arrow to his bow, he pulled back, aiming before he let go.

Velasquez closed his eyes at the last second as the arrow pierced his neck, ending his life as he fell into the deep waters behind him. His eyes glazed as he sank below, "Libertada..." was his last thought before he disappeared beneath the waters.

Justin sighed as he watched an old misguided friend die before his eyes, by his own hand. He looked at Alice when she came up and hugged him.

Irving hugged him as well, almost at tears himself, though he never knew that fox.

...

An hour or two later, Justin had constructed a grave for Constance, for all the soldiers who had lost their lives and for Ben.

The blue jay had finally cried when he found his rottweiler friend dead.

Justin, Alice and Irving sat around a campfire that night.

Justin had been silent the whole day.

Alice let him have his peace. She figured he would talk when he was ready.

While she waited, Irving made a meal for the trio, preparing a soup from vegetables and herbs packed among their provisions.

Justin ate silently.

Alice and Irving both gradually became closer as they ate.

Later, Justin turned in for sleep while his two weasel companions stayed up.

They sat together, occasionally looking at one another while they still ate and drank soup.

Irving started to grow bold, inching his paw closer to her while she ate.

She noticed and was interested to see just how far he would take this.

He dragged his paw over her right flank, felt the firm musculature in her side.

She didn't fight his affection this time.

Eventually, their soup bowls were forgotten as the two mustelids kissed under a starry sky outside of the tent where their friend slept.

Alice didn't stop Irving when he had his fingers traveling up her inner thigh until she felt his fingers tickle vulva. She wasn't in heat anymore, her week had passed. She kissed him while she let him play with her pussy.

Irving felt himself harden while he kissed her, while he felt her pussy squeezing his fingers.

When he took off his pants and she saw his uncut erection staring at her, she began to have second thoughts, "Should we be doing this?"

Irving stopped when she stopped, "What do you mean?"

Alice rubbed his chest, "So soon after so many people had just died... With our friend asleep."

Irving understood and as much as he'd fantasized about her in the years he'd known her, he'd rather have her when both wanted it, "We don't have to..."

Alice kissed him, "But I want to..." She kissed him again, this time holding his shaft as it twitched in her paw.

Irving moaned when she held him.

Their kiss broke and she looked in his eyes before she went down.

Irving sat back as the otteress licked his prick, tasting every sensitive inch of his malehood. The stoat pulled his shirt off denuding himself for his friend as she made the transition into being his lover.

Alice sucked vigorously on his exposed cap, gulped the young male's pre when he would spurt in her mouth.

Eventually, she became impatient. She mounted the stoat's lap and impaled herself on his young cock.

Irving held her, guided her as she rode him, as the pair kissed while he mated with her. Of the females he'd let himself be taken in by, this was certainly the one he'd always wished but never thought he would have, and here he was, and she was as exquisite as he thought she would be.

Alice realized she liked having a mate younger than herself, one she could shape herself, make into a better lover... She wouldn't tie him down, weasels rarely mated for life, but as good mate material, she saw it in him. She had heard of many weasel marriages that eventually dissolved because the love just wasn't there after they'd had their kits.

Even the Fuchses had a reputation for swapping their wives with one another, or sleeping with their maids. Her lover was a Fuchs, and by her experience, the only one she could tolerate. Her musings ended when she felt warmth rush inside her.

Irving grunted as he erupted inside Alice, started apologizing for finishing too fast.

She kissed him, "Just fuck me harder, I'm not far off, Irvy..."

He hated that nickname, but somehow when she said it... It was endearing to him. He kept going, pressing on her clit with a thumb claw as his hips loudly smacked into hers.

Alice bit back a scream when her climax hit.

When they were done, Irving and Alice kissed in the aftermath of their lovemaking.

Alice looked into his green eyes when their kiss broke and she realized the affection was still there.

Irving licked her while they recouped. His mouth located one of her breasts and he suckled appreciatively on her fat nipple.

Alice lay there, feeling herself fall deeper and deeper for this stoat she used to joke with, who she used to tease when he was younger. The stoat who she would sometimes let eat her pussy, purely as , what she felt, was just a playful activity between two platonic friends.

Thinking about Justin, she thought she loved him, but realized what they had was good sex, good relationship, but it wasn't love, not the sort of love that means they had something more together.

She realized, maybe she didn't want to be his third wife, but Irving's first. She kissed Irving.

Unbeknownst to them, the tent flap shut closed as the pair worked each other up for another round.

Justin was inside, wide awake. Alice's screams of lust had awoken him. He saw the two of them together and... He wasn't upset. Alice deserved to be with someone who she could have cubs with, who she could build a life with. If she came to stay with him, she'd just be one of his wives and he only wanted Kali and Maureen, after all of this, he only wanted them. He smiled sadly for his two friends as he heard them starting up round two together. He certainly couldn't help the birdy boner he was getting from listening to them.

Outside, Irving lay flat on his back, digging into the ground underneath with his nails while Alice rode on top of him.

The otteress kissed her new mate deeply as she continued to mark him as hers.

Irving bucked hard up against her each time, guiding her hips so he got every inch of her insides.

Alice moaned with lust for her young mate as she could feel him pushing her towards another climax.

Irving groaned when she suddenly stopped. He was about to ask, when she got on all four before him, holding her tail to the side to entice him. Irving got the message.

Inside, Justin stroked himself while he listened to the pair, until his adept ears picked up the subtle sound of approaching footsteps.

Alice squeaked pleasurably with Irving on her back, humping deeper into her, stretching her depths with his young cock.

The pair locked muzzles before Irving started pumping her harder, faster.

Alice screamed through her third orgasm, then shivered as she felt his hot offering surge through her.

Irving bit the nape of his female's neck as he inseminated her a second time.

Their sexual reveille ended when both sensed they were being watched.

Alice looked and saw a dark figure standing over them.

Irving hissed at the intruder.

Justin came out suddenly, hunting bow at the ready.

The intruder threw his hands up, "Wait!" He got on his knees and he was still an imposing figure.

While Irving defended Alice, Justin called out, "Step forth! Show yourself!"

The being stepped out, he was a snake, a large rattlesnake.

Justin kept his arrow trained on the serpent, "Why were you spying on us?"

The snake stammered, "I-I wasn't... I thought I had heard screams... I thought someone was in danger." He kept his eyes averted from the nude couple in front of him. "I swear I meant no harm."

Justin lowered his bow, "That still doesn't explain what you're doing here."

The snake started, "You're... one of the people from bird village."

Justin nodded, "I am... You've been there?"

The snake nodded.

He spent the next hour explaining everything to the travelers.

Justin found it hard to believe, "We've started letting reptiles live in our village now?"

The rattlesnake, named Lee, nodded, "It was the idea of my friend, Javin... He fell in love with the simple lifestyle of the village so he asked your chief if we could all stay. Nestor agreed, said it was part of his dream to see our races unite in peace. But..."

He sniffed in shame, "That first night... He drugged our drinks... I couldn't control myself and I hurt this female... I hated myself for what I had done so I've been living in exile away from there... Nestor poisoned us to make us his workers too, he tricked us, now my friends are whoring themselves just like the rest for filthy gold!" He gripped the earth in growing anger, "I want to atone... I want to help. I need to see my friend again."

Justin sat up, "I'm coming to take my village back from Nestor... I know places most of the rest don't know, places where we could sneak in."

Lee shook his head, "No... Things are different, the village you knew is in the past... Instead of tents, they all live in houses, they've started building larger buildings as time has passed. They're a proper town now."

Justin grinned, "Even better... Higher walls are easier to hide behind."

...

Meanwhile, Nestor sat in his cottage cradling his son. All the other children in the village had started to learn to speak, even just small words... But his son, who was growing fast into a strong half-yearling, the eaglet had not been able to speak any small word.

The shaman had looked at his son and concluded that the boy was healthy and should start speaking now.

Somehow, Nestor knew it would never happen. His lover had cursed their son from beyond his grave. Trantor was destined to grow up a mute.

Kali held her son, Little Justin as he spoke, "Mama!" to her.

Maureen, gradually growing a little sicker as the days passed, watched her son play with Javin.

Javin had checked Maureen, and the shaman as well. Both concluded that her body had never quite adapted to living in the wild with her friends. It was only now, as they were entering warmer months, that she was feeling the effects.

At this point, everyone was growing worried for Maureen.

...

Meanwhile, a village guard stood on the perimeter of the village. He stared out at the open road which now connected them to the weasel city. He turned to leave when he was suddenly grabbed and pulled into bushes.

Lee held his beak shut while Justin tied him up, "Be still! We will not hurt you, nor anyone..."

The guard they had captured recognized Justin, and his expression wasn't fear or hatred, but relief.

Justin was home.