The forest was chilly in the evening. And unfortunately for Ember, this was a snowy evening.

Ember's paws Crunched in the snow. Why did he choose this evening? He could have chosen yesterday!

She sighed, Trader has always been like this. Always dark and mysterious. It was quite charming. But this was important and nobody should know. Or else...

Trader arrived in the uncharted territory. It was running well with prey. He wondered why the Foxsters haven't taken the land yet or the Catters, and the Cragon. (If he was being honest, he wouldn't want any of them to take it.)

Crunch. Critch. "Who's there?" he yowled. His black gray cape fluffed up in the wind. He turned on his firefly lamp.

"Hmmm" Said smooth, slick voice.

"As cautious as ever. Why am I not surprised?" Ember walked out of the shadow of a tree. Her Yellow fur glowed in the light but dulled by her dark red swirls. Trader started to settle down. He padded down to his moss cushion, right behind his wooden table with a scroll on it.

A scroll that spoke dangerous stories. Stories of dragons. Dragons that had brought chaos many sunsets ago.

"This is no time for jokes Lady Ember. What do you even want with this-this good for nothing scroll?" He spat out the last word like it was mouse dung. Ember trotted over to the wooden table.

"This so called 'good for nothing scroll' is the thing that's going to save my tribe. Don't you see? Were suffering! Prey is running low, fewer pups are born. For good for nothing SUN SPIRITS, OUR TRIBE IS ON THE VERGE OF WAR WITH THE CRAGONS."

Trader flinched as she raised her voice. This meeting was supposed to be quiet. He didn't want anyone overhearing them.

"So, you want this scroll to find their weakness?"

Ember growled. "Of course! I need more territory.-" She was cut off by a crack. The two stayed silent. "Never mind that, I have the Sun stone. Now, give the scroll." She took out a coal box glowing yellow.

Probably the Sun Stone. No one can touch it without getting burned. No wonder Ember brought in a coal box. Trader thought. He softly touched his scar on his left eye, it had blinded him.  He pushed the tattered old scroll to Ember and she pushed the box to him.

She hissed. "This never happened." And Trader nodded.

But, little did they know that a Foxster was watching them the whole time. Right behind a bush. The mother of Flynn.

Well, that wraps it up! I hope this was alright! Give me back feedback in the comments below.

-Jinx