A light rain dripped through the high boughs of the trees in Mossflower Woods, the tiny drops falling downward to the forest floor below. A young mouse plodded on through the cold wetness, the satchel on his back soaked through and his fur sticking to him. He looked up through the trees at the graying sky and sighed. It had been a week since he had left Redwall Abbey, and already he missed it's warm, comforting shelter and high, protecting walls. If only he had never gone there, he thought, then none of this would have happened. He wondered if his adopted father and his friends would send out search parties for him. Did they really care? Rylo walked over to a thick, sturdy oak and laid back against it's trunk. He hoped that he would find some real shelter, a kind creature that would let hi