The wolf Bloodtooth races on to find two big strong weasels blocking his trail. "Kee yar, you have to fight us to pass." Both weasels charge. But the black wolf ducks and kicks one in the stomach. He brought his sword around to his front and began battling with the remaining one. He back the weasel against a tree. A smile crosses against his new enemy's face. Bloodtooth jabs backward and hears a groan,then a thud. Quickly the last weasel seized his chance. He pulled forth a dagger and shoved it into Bloodtooth's chest. Luckyly the wolf had moved to the side so the dagger landed on one side of his chest. The wolf grunted and thrusted toward the weasel but the weasel blocked it and kicked the wolf over. The wolf rolled over on his back, tore the dagger from his chest and threw it straight into the weasel's mouth. The weasel's body fell to the ground. Bloodtooth gasped in pain and passed out, his blood staining his shirt.