Dawn Treader Valley Fisher, Fisher where are you.

It was! Frolic exclaimed. Otto and Merry didn’t deserve to be treated that way, by Raveon or the others! It was completely unfair. They were actually talking about killing Otto, she repeated, eyes still fixed on (not) Otto’s face, and all because Raveon couldn’t stop lying. So I had to—I had no choice—I had to silence her.

These last few words came out with less conviction than those previous. Frolic realized now that she’d overreacted, just like the villagers. She’d committed murder, not only killing Raveon but her unborn litter too. She’d done it in the hopes that Otto and Merry would be safe from her treachery, though she couldn’t even be sure it had done any good.

I just wanted to restore the peace, she cried out wretchedly, and I don’t even know if it worked. When they found her body, I told them I was going to search for her killer. I ran away and didn’t look back.