A small rabbit dashed through the lesser faydark. IT was a clear night out, though very dark. The darkness didn't seem to bother the rabbit, though, as it dodged between trees, under roots which were above the ground, around rocks, and over the footbeaten paths of various creators. Suddenly, a few arows shot at it. One of them slashed its side, and one pierced its foot. One more arrow flew through the woods, and right into the rabbit's neck. The arrow hit lengthwise and decapitated the rabbit. Its corpse sat for a few seconds on the ground before it was picked up. A small red fox in an archer's outfit now held the bleeding corpse by the foot. "Oops... I didn't mean to cut off its head," he said to himself. "Oh well, dinner is dinner, with or without the head..." The fox gathered some wood and built a fire. He skinned the rabbit, stuck it on a stick, and roasted it on the fire. "It's been a while since I've been back to Felwithe. I wonder what's gone on since I left..."

Staying low in the brush, Yaneyn listened carefully. There was a shout, an arrow wizzed by over head followed by a Flare-spell. In a sudden motion, Yaneyn leapt out of the brush where he had been hiding and took off at a flat run. The shout was heard again, Yaneyn looked over his shoulder, turned back and tripped right into someone's fire.
"YEOW!!" He rolled away immediately, clutching his left hand which had gone straight into the burning wood. He looked around in fright and saw a small red fox. His right hand fell to his side, touching a pouch of throwing daggers...