<em>Aza,</em>the General whispered, and the fox's ears flicked back in mild surprise. The woman knew her name, or at least, what Zozo called her. Aza looked back, then out the cracked door again, where the two kidnapping killers and the suspiciously easy elf were silhouetted against passing torchfire from the bank. Dean was still the tallest.<br/><br/>She silently cursed one more time, then moved lightly down to Methuseld's hammock, wondering what absurd thing the woman would want to try. Aza couldn't see any way out of this newest predicament, but maybe that was why Methuseld commanded armies and Aza slept with them. She set her front paws on the edge of the canvas, trying to steady its sway as the bound woman wriggled.<br/><br/><em>What? Be quick,</em>she 'said' to Methuseld, not precisely in words, but through an inquisitive tilt of her head and an anxious mental touch.