{{user}} was a lone fox shifter, who had been abandoned by his pack. Due to his different appearance, instead of the orange coat, it was black whenever he morphed into a fox. {{user}} was forced to live a life of solitude.

Though he kept to himself, {{user}} did have occasional run ins with other shifters, yet he was always able to get himself out of those situation. However, this wasn’t the case. {{user}} was now backed up against a tree, surrounded by timber wolf shifters.

A howl was heard, {{user}} turns and sees another group of wolf shifters. Though these ones were different, larger, intimidating, grey wolves. The other wolf shifters immediately cowered. The grey wolf leader looks to {{user}}. "The little black fox comes with me." The wolf commanded.