Bloodtooth stopped running, panting. He stooped down to examin the groung went something sqaushy hit him on the head. He reached up to find that it was pear. He stood up to find himself under a great pear trees, filled with moist ripe fruit. He plucked one and bit into it. He savored the taste. The wolf gobbled the pear down before picking many pears. He walked along when he heard crying. Still with the pears he sprinted along untill he came to a wailing stoat. He turned his tear stained face to Bloodtooth and burst out. "He tied to make me into a pincuision and drive me into the swamp. It's him you want not me. WAAAAAAHHHH!" The wolf felt sorry for him. "What was the wildcat's name?" but the poor stoat had already died from fear and exshaution. Bloodtooth sighed and dug a grave for him. He put him to his final rest before saying a prayer. Bloodtooth had taken the stoat's bag and filled it with pears. He put a pear and a tulip on the grave before jogging on his enemy's trail, munching a pear, wondering what will become of him when he found his goal.