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The weasel brushed her whiskers with her free paw, thoughtful for a moment. "Y'mean, like stabbin' a beast in the back, before they can get the chance to do it to yeh? Pretty miserable way t'go through life..." Vihma looked back over to Morgan. A moment passed in thought, hesitation coming and...

Vihma was quiet for a long moment, still tracing the line between two planks with her claw, as though it served some real, practical purpose to do so. Seemingly intent on the work, she focused her eyes on the stretch of wood, not looking to Morgan when she finally spoke again. “Aye, ye may be...

Vihma kept smiling, pleased enough with Morgan's promises. She faltered some towards the end, thinking on what they'd been through - indeed, what it had all meant for them, where they stood with each other. By some small mercy, she didn't have time to think for long, finding Finn in the...

Vihma could feel the cold sapping away her strength, hoping somebeast above had heard her. Perhaps she hadn't though this plan out as well as she thought she had. The weasel made to try again, shivering violently in the freezing water, only for another beast to join her with a splash. She...

Any frustration she still felt melted away as the ferret drew her into a hug. It was impossible for the weasel to be upset with her after something like that, and after the moment's surprise, she drew in to hug her back. Vihma even managed a laugh, smiling weakly back at Morgan as she felt her...

Vihma left the infirmary almost in a daze, wiping the tears from her eyes. She adjusted her bow on her shoulder, dimly aware her arrows were still by the railing up on the main deck. Morgan was still back there, being worked on by the ship’s surgeon. The weasel knew, deep down, that she’d done...

(From page 3.) Vihma let the ferret wrap her arm around her, though she looked aside uncomfortably as she spoke – as Morgan layered on praise for her, as thick as the ferret’s own evident contempt for herself. “Neh, it ain’t that, mate. It ain’t that I’m trustin’ ‘im. Gates, ‘e near about got...

Vihma nodded at the surgeon's direction, trying to keep her makeshift bandages pressed tightly to Greeneye's wounds, and helping Finn tighten the tourniquet when he struggled. She didn't expect the rat to suddenly try to stand up again, and made as though to attend to him again, only for the...

Vihma had stayed mostly quiet, spoken for by Silvertongue when she approached the captain, and by Morgan when they returned to the hold. She’d said nothing, keeping up a largely unreadable expression, only betraying some slight resignation through her downward eyes, fatalism for things to come...

Vihma was still in shock. Having helped carry Morgan down to the infirmary had put purpose to her mind, forced her to focus on a task. Now that she was down on the surgeon’s table she could feel herself pushed aside, the surgeon, the aide who’d helped her, and even the young kit Finn taking...

The cease fire order went out, and Vihma felt herself breathe as if for the first time in a while. There was still fighting – Greeneye had jumped down to fight the shrews on their own terms on their boats – but most of the shrews were dead. She’d have paused some to mull over just what that...

Things went to hell quickly, with Silvertongue going overboard, right into the cannibals’ paws. Vihma swore, nocking an arrow to her bow and aiming for the leader of the group before they’d even drawn a knife on the helpless fox. She focused on her breathing, letting the world around her fade...

Vihma hadn’t been looking forward to their arrival. When the call for sighted land had gone out from above, she’d shivered, despite the warmth of the ship and despite the layer of cloth she’d so carefully wrapped herself with, for reasons more than just the cold. The weasel had been to the...

The weasel’s heart shot up in her throat as Morgan introduced her character. Gates, she hadn’t decided on a name yet, had she? She nearly stumbled into view after the ferret, trying impossibly to keep the sheepishness she felt from flowing out from her demeanor, keeping up a desperate smile...

The weasel's expression had softened somewhat, seeing the kit plead to be let go - let to try and make his hopeless swim back to shore. She was relieved to not have to squash that hope - and with Morgan and Silvertongue both seemingly agreeing with her on the plan. She was less relieved to hear...