"You see what I mean?" Bracklew grumbled crossing his arms. Petu nodded in understanding, Rapshade was acting odd. It was almost more concerning then the behavior they'd normally expect from the ferret, he had to be up to something.
"He's been like this all morning," Bracklew continued, trying to find something malicious in Rapshade's plea, but only his prior distrust of the ferret kept him suspicious. "Duncan wants him watched closer, and he's been trying to impress me since breakfast. I think."
"That's, certainly odd." Petu murmured. He shook his head as if to clear his ears of a annoying insect. "Can't see why he'd want to impress you, you're hardly worth impressing." Chuckling Petu ambled off leaving Bracklew and Rapshade alone again.
"What's your game Rapshade!" Spinning suddenly the squirrel grabbed Rapshade by the front of his jacket pulling him closer until they were face to face. "You're up to something, I know it!"
Flinching away from the dagger, Rayne held up her paws in defeat. Normally she would've given Roscoe a hefty piece of her mind, but their current situation and the drawn weapon stilled her fury.
Sighing she bowed her head, only to raise it again, staring the weasel in the eye. "My apologies Roscoe, we need your help and knowledge of this area. Please... Ahem, please forgive me."
"Goin' somewheres young'un?" A large rat, armed with a spear stepped into Maxy's path, cutting the young squirrel off. The rat looked aged, but tough, and he held the spear with ease of a beast well versed in combat.
"Not anymore by the looks of it. Don't know many youths that go chargin' 'bout these parts o’ Mossflower on their own. So, where's ye parents at? They'll be close no doubt."
OOC: It's Fastooth.