Have Faith

Merry Christmas

[Clara's POV]

We all sat in the highest branch we could climb. Which wasn't to high up, but a few branches and leaves covered most of us. The fox was down below. He occasionally checked to see if we were fine, which we were. The barrel was suddenly pushed out the way and the wolf pack that was chasing us, surrounded the fox.

"Greetings gents". The fox taunted. "Lost something have we?".

"Don't patronize me". The biggest wolf, who must have been the leader growled. "I know where your allegiance lies. We're looking for some humans".

"Humans?". The fox nervously laughed. "Here in Narnia. That's a bit of valuable information, don't you think?".

One of the wolves on the leader's command lunged forward and bit into the fox's side. He let out a painful yelp and collapsed in the wolf's mouth. I gasped, but Susan covered my mouth, the same went for Lucy and Peter. Mr Beaver was struggling against Mrs Beaver too.

"Your reward is your life. It's not much". The leader snapped and I held my breath. The fox wouldn't rat us out, right? "But still, where are the fugitives?".

"North". He finally said. I breathed a sigh of relief at his lie. He had great lying skills. "They ran North".

"Smell them out". The leader commanded.

All the wolves ran into the woods, away from us. Not before one of them threw the fox to the side. I shimmied down the trunk and ran to the fox, he saved our lives, so I'll try and save his.

"Thank you, my Queen". The fox whispered.

Peter took his limp body from me and gave him to Mrs Beaver. She was already pulling out a needle and some thread. Mr Beaver told Susan and I to collect some sticks and make a fire. We did and soon the sun was setting, and the moon was rising in the sky.

"What happened to them?". Peter asked the fox.

"They were helping Tumnus. The Witch got here before I did". The fox explained. "She turned them to stone with her wand. Ouch".

Mrs Beaver pulled tightly on the thread and bit the end off with her teeth.

"Are you alright?". Lucy kindly asked.

"I wish I could say their bark was worse than their bite. Ow". He yelped and shuffled around.

"Stop squirming". Mrs Beaver scolded the fox, who huffed. "You're worse than Beaver on bath day".

"Worst day of the year". Mr Beaver muttered to Lucy, Susan and I, we all giggled.

"Thank you for your kindness". The fox said as he stood up. "But that is all the cure I have time for".

"You're leaving?". Lucy asked him, obviously wishing he could stay longer.

"It has been a pleasure, My Queen, and an honour". The fox bowed to us. "But time is short and Aslan himself has asked me to gather more troops".

Mr and Mrs Beaver gasped in amazement and leaned forward to know more.

"You've seen Aslan?". Mr Beaver asked keenly.

"What's he like?". Mrs Beaver questioned.

"Like everything we've ever heard". The fox replied in awe. "You'll be glad to have him by your side in the battle against the Witch".

"I'm sure we will be". I said earnestly, the fox smiled.

"But we're not planning on fighting any Witch". Susan argued and I rolled my eyes.