hurry up now

He swiped his paw over the cut and released his hold on her muzzle, leaning back once more. “Good. We will set you up some healing supplies. You’ll need them.” He said, his voice gave no indication of what that meant, but perhaps she could guess. He was already taking the time to inflict wounds on her body.

“You will stay here for the morning. Myself and my companions have somewhere to be. Make yourself useful, find a way to hang my trophies.” He ordered her, and with those words he turned and walked out of the den. He trotted along as if he had somewhere to be, his companion on his back and by his paws as he moved out of her sight… and stopped. He sat there, and waited. Sending his fox forward just fair enough to see the den door without giving themself away.


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