Tarilamor slowly walked into the dimly lit inn, looking around the room at the tables and along the bar counter for someone. There were a few animals playing cards, some drinking, some gambling, but they weren’t who he was looking for. He walked to the counter and the innkeeper came to him.
“What would you like?” The inkeeper was a black cat with blue eyes, and she looked slightly tired.
Tarilamor frowned a little more. “Is Ralone here?”
The black cat sighed. “He just left, dear.”
Growling in frustration, Tarilamor walked away and went out the door. The forest trail was silent as the black fox began walking back the way he had come. He gritted his teeth in anger. He’d been searching all day, and he was always one step behind. Suddenly he stiffened, something flashing in the corner of his eye. He turned but saw nothing. Narrowing his eyes, he turned and looked in the opposite direction, only to jump slightly in surprise at who was standing next to him.
A tall silver tabby with a red bandanna around his neck stood with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face. “I heard you were looking for me.” His claws quietly tapped the gun on his belt.
Tarilamor slowly nodded. “Yes. I have a job for you.”
“What do I get out of it?”
The fox sighed. “I know you don’t go cheap, so fifteen thousand is your pay.”
The silver tabby nodded, grinning. “Sounds good, but what do I need to do?”
