"Ferra from far away," Ferra answered with slight hesitation. She was sure there was something the Kahn said about these kind of situations. She ran through all the lessons the Outworlders taught her:

"If anyone touches you, sic Torr on them," Bang-Bang

"Do no use such foul language. It is unbecoming." Big Bossy.

"Do not speak of the Kahn's matters, to anyone." Froggy. Ah, that one.

"How far?" Not-Torr prodded.

"Ferra no tell you. Froggy say is secret." Ferra stated sternly.

Not-Torr looked exhausted with the girl and a little impatient.

"Ferra turn," the little kutter said. "Where Ferra? No lies!"

Not-Torr seemed to think for a little while. Most definitely looking for a way to dodge the question. "Why, I told you already. You're in my house."

Ferra was furious, "You no tell lies! But you no tell truth either! You keep secrets! That worse! Go away!"

Not-Torr strangely looked surprised. "Dear, I-" Ferra tried to punch her, but she stepped back at the last moment as Ferra screamed at her.

"Go away! Let Ferra go! Me want Torr!"

Not-Torr rushed out of the room, but still locked the door behind her. Ferra pounded and punched, but the door held firm. She eventually crumpled to the floor and seethed.

"Are you okay," Ferra heard from the other side of the door.

"Yeah, she's pretty... excitable," Ferra recognized Not-Torr's voice.

"Well what have you told her?" the other voice seemed male.

"I don't know what we're doing with her, so I tried to tell her as little as possible," more quietly, "I think she's a wild girl."

"Jessie," the man said a little sharply, "She's terrified. She doesn't know where she is, and from what you've told me, that beast that dropped her off was her friend. So now, she's lost, confused, and lonely. Cut her some slack."

"Fine, Tim," Not-Torr said angrily. "You can go talk to her." Ferra heard her stomp away.

The door opened soon afterwards and Ferra jumped back onto the bed. A man with a brown beard walked in.

"Hi," he said quite kindly, as though he was speaking to a normal child. "My name is Tim. You've already net my wife."

"Not-Torr is no nice," Ferra pouted.

"Jessie can be," he hesitated, "disagreeable at times."

"Me no like her," said the girl stubbornly. Tim just remained silent.

"I hear you're not talking much," he said after a while.

"Ferra no want talk to you," she said for what felt like the hundredth time.

"Well," Tim said calmly, "we can't help you if you don't talk."

"Ferra no want you help! Ferra want you leave her alone. Ferra want Torr," Ferra shouted.

Tim just sighed and left the room. It was still locked when Ferra tried it a minute after.

That night the mean doggies came back.

Ferra could hear them from her cozy prison. Torr, on the other hand...

...was closer.

The brute was awoken by a long, hostile howl and dug himself out of his bed of hay. He couldn't see anything in the darkness, but he heard them. They were circling the barn, snarling and growling. The cows and chickens were panicking, but Torr knew they were safe. These doggies were smart.

And they knew he was in there.

It wasn't so much as logic--in which the was unfortunately lacking--but instinct that told him the dog were going to attack him directly. So he decided to attack them first. There was a saying for that, but he couldn't remember it. He was just glad that he slept in his armor tonight. Then again, he didn't have Ferra to remind him to take it off.

Flinging the barn doors open Torr charged out roaring into the night.

Surprisingly, the doggies ran away at the sight of him.

Torr was confused as the doggies ran back into the woods but decided to chase them. He shambled his large frame after them into the dark, snowy forest, but, even though they were much faster than him, he never lost sight of the beasts. He didn't think that strange for he was only worried about catching them. It wasn't until he was completely lost in the black woods that he realized there was a problem. He could still see one dog sitting in front of him so he started walking towards it, fist raised to crush it.

However, the attack didn't come from the front, but from the back. With a dash and an impressive leap, one of the doggies launched itself onto Torr's back and snapped its jaws on the back of his neck. Torr growled and reached behind him, trying to grab the awful creature, but while his arms were raised, two more dogs ran in and sunk their teeth into his legs. Torr roared in more with annoyance than pain and finally managed to grab the dog on his back. He launched the beast into the forest, where it hit a tree with a loud cracking sound.

He then grabbed the two dogs gnawing on his shins, picked them up a slammed them together, crushing them with a squish.

He smacked the next one to pounce at him out of the air and stepped on it for good measure.

He continued fighting the beasts for about a half hour. If nothing else, this was good training slash exercise for the brute in Ferra's absence. A way to learn how to fight without his little master.

It didn't take long and he was hardly bleeding when he finished off the last of the dogs, or at least, when the waves of attacks ceased. The main issue was the teeth marks on his neck and right leg; they didn't hurt him much, but he knew Ferra would bandage them just in case.

He turned to go back to the barn when he remembered, he was lost.

Torr groaned in frustration. He was sick and tired of problems. Problem after problem after hassle after struggle. All he wanted was to grab Ferra and go home, but home was far off, he knew. And Ferra couldn't survive out here like he could.

"Frrah," he growled to himself before walking in the most promising direction.

My gosh!

I'm sure you guys are getting tired of the Ferra/Torr gloom, but worry not! Next time things will be different.

Not much else to say other than Ermac's next.

See you later, my gators