Travelers

[Quickpaw]

OOC: Ok.

[Rainshadow]

   OOC:  When are you leaving again?

[W0NWILL]

OOC: In a couple of days. Though I said a couple of days last week, I (think) that it's really a couple of days from now.

[Rainshadow]

  OOC:  Lol, okay.

  BIC:  Abby woke up and shook her head.  "Ugh, where am I?"

[Quickpaw]

"You're safe for starters." Vash replied.

[Rainshadow]

  "Ah!  Weasel!"  Abby started trying to fight him, but right as she started Wing grabbed her.  "No!  Mistaw Vash is a fwiend!"  Abby stopped immediately and started apologizing.  "Er, sorry... Vash.  Didn' know.  Name's Abby."  She stuck out her paw awkwardly.

[Quickpaw]

OOC: Was about to reply but then I ran out of battery 

BIC: "It's fine, I'm used to it." Vash told her, referring to you know who.

[Rainshadow]

  OOC:  Who do we know that is you know who?

  BIC:  "We's get goin' now?"  Wing was already heading farther into the woods.

[Quickpaw]

OOC: the mouse that hates Vash.

BIC: "Right behind ya, kid." Vash said, following Wing.

[Rainshadow]

  Abby ran after them.  "So, Vash, what're ye doin' with a bunch o' Redwallers?"

  OOC:  Breersk?

[Quickpaw]

OOC: yep.

"Well, it's a long story, but in short I would have left for good, but this little rascal grew on me." Vash explained, ruffling wings hair.

[Rainshadow]

  Wing giggled and held out his arms, gesturing that he wanted Vash to pick him up.
  Meanwhile, Abby was wondering why Wing would like a weasel.  Maybe it was because Wing was a vermin too.  A good vermin, but a vermin nonetheless.

  OOC:  We need to come up with a nickname for Breersk.  Bree maybe?

[Quickpaw]

Vash rolled his eyes and picked him up.

[W0NWILL]

OOC: Breersk would kill you if you called him Bree.

BIC: The old mole lay in a pitiful heap. He had died fighting. "We getta the goodafood!" The cannibals shrieked. The travelers were far from safe.

[Rainshadow]

  OOC:  Where is Breersk?  Is he near Vash, Wing, and Abby?  Or is he farther off?