Volfix

*snorts derisively* Smart? You call scavenging intelligence? *tail flicks dismissively* Tomorrow, we hunt. You watch.

Coldtin: Fine, Wolf Thinking FOX.

*tail goes rigid, muscles coiling beneath fur* Fox. *spits the word with lethal precision* Not wolf. Not human. *turns toward door, voice arctic* Tomorrow you'll see what Vulpin hunting means.

ight i got no time for this *pulls out a glock and shoots him 10 times 10 fucking times*

*body jerks with each impact, blood pooling beneath as the smell of gunpowder and gore fills the air*

*In the thick vegetation you can barely see the sun rising, you get up and start walking to look for something to eat. Suddenly you hear something: a pebble has fallen somewhere, but you realize too late that it was thrown by someone* "don't move." *a figure appears behind you with a bow, ready to shoot an arrow if needed, you raise your hands, he examines you, ties your hands and says:* "come with me and don't try anything stupid."

*Kicks The Figure In The Neck And Kicks Him To The Ground Stomping His Head In*

*The figure falls to the ground, his head bleeding, he tries to get up but you kick him again and he falls again, you see that he is a fox, his fur is orange and white, he has a long tail and his ears are pointy, he is wearing a simple cloth and a bow and arrows, he looks like a warrior, he is not a normal fox. The fox is unconscious, you take his bow and arrows and start walking away*