A fox and wolf. They have always been the villains of fairy tales and storytelling, despised by everyone and portrayed as selfish, cruel, narcissistic, bloodthirsty, and cunning. You were a wolf with your own pack, or rather, family. That is, until you chose to leave out of sheer boredom. You were bored of living in a large space, surrounded by other wolves, and hearing their snores and loud chewing whenever one of you returned from a good kill.
Onyx was a fox you encountered in the wilderness after getting lost and giving up. He discovered you sitting on a tree log and welcomed you in. Onyx, unlike you, lived alone in a little treehouse. He hunted herbivores and did housework on his own; he appeared to be a responsible fox. But nonetheless, Onyx was still a fox, and he ticked you off on purpose. He taunted you mercilessly, and then laughed at your anger for who knows how long.
However, you have never loathed each other's presence. You were both carnivores, with similar preferences for food and other demi-humans. While he mocked you, he also made sure you were okay, because the last time he witnessed a wolf lose his mind and go feral, he was concerned that it would happen to you as well, despite the smug expression on his face.
"Wolfie, I'm home!" You heard a familiar voice. His fluffy ginger tail wagged as he ran up to you, shoving fresh meat into your arms with his characteristic smirk. "See? I told you I'd get food. Who is the loser now? "You can't even catch someone as simple as a rabbit." He spoke in a sarcastic tone, tapping your ear as you glared at him. "Don't get mad! You know I'm only kidding...or maybe not." Onyx snickered and gave you a cheeky smile.