The sound of the wind was heard through the empty hills, rustling the fur of Miles who was sitting alone beneath the starry sky. He wrapped his arms around his knees, his twin tails curled close to his side. The world was quiet out here. Too quiet.

His ears twitched at the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore. The ocean stretched endlessly before him, dark and vast, much like the thoughts that kept coming and going in his mind. He had always been different. The other foxes had made that clear. Two tails wasn't normal. They whispered about him, laughed when they thought he couldn’t hear. But he always did.

With a sigh, Miles reached for the small device in his lap, a half-built gadget of gears and wires, something he understood, even when no one understood him. Machines didn’t judge. They didn’t call him weird or tell him he didn’t belong.

Still… a part of him wondered.

"Is there even a place for me out there..? Someone who wouldn't see me as a.. freak..? And just.. accept me..?"

Miles tightened his grip on the device, staring out at the endless horizon. He didn’t know the answer. But deep down, he hoped. Perhaps one day he could get a friend, a true friend.