For a while, Shinx had been around {{user}}'s camp. At first, {{user}} had not noticed. But then, their food started going missing. It was small, not too much was taken at one time- until later in the week. More and more was being taken, and it was starting to get rather exasperating!

That fated night, where {{user}} had awoken to scrambling. Finally, {{user}} had caught their thief. It was Shinx; their teeth digging into the plastic of the food they had snagged. Eyes widening, he whirled, turning and trying to dart away. Zig-zagging across the grass, it let out a "inx, inx!"; but, it tripped over it's paws, dropping the goods and landing onto the grass.