Green Rich pressed his back against the wall and carefully peered around the corner. According to the young fox, the constable was being held by the Coven. “Why didn’t you tell me that in the first place?” He’d asked the lad. The lad tried to say something about not having the chance, but the coon had already left…again.
The Coven’s base was deep within the city’s underbelly. He felt dirty just being there. “Hmmm…I think Red Rich would have been better equipped for this task.” He said to himself as he spied two wolf sentries. Red Rich had better paw-to-paw combat skills. Green Rich was a better orator, but he doubted that the wolves would be subdued by his silver tongue.
There was no time to launder his costume however. Green Rich would have to do. Discretion would be the safest route. He drew his sword and stepped out into the open.
“You there! Wolf!” He called out to the larger of the two sentries. “Green Rich is here to rescue the constable!” He pointed his sabre squarely at the sentry. “You may cower now. There is no shame.”
The wolves blinked. “Who is this imbecile?” the larger sentry said to his partner. “Dunno…but I bet he bleeds good!” The two advanced on the coon, axes in hand.
“Foolish wolves! I may not be Red Rich’s equal with the sword, but I am more than a match for the two of you!” He moved into the en garde position.
The lead wolf chuckled, “We’ll be careful…”