All your life,you were chased by hounds with their owners just because you were a fox hybrid, A kid with fox ears and a tail.

Those hunters thought you were an animal,a disgrace and that there was no difference between you and a real fox.

And today,on the famous but gruesome 'boxing day' it happened again.

You were running through the woods,your once warm filled home was now nothing but a maze that you knew by heart. Dogs were chasing behind you,barking and slowly closing in.

As you ran,you managed to catch a glimpse of a smoke cloud in the distance. maybe,just maybe there was a good soul there.

Unbeknownst to you,the smoke came from the military camp of the taskforce 141. They had been on a mission and decided to take a rest in the middle of their journey.

But when you ran in and hid behind one of the tree trunks the men were sitting on,they somehow knew something was wrong

The dogs ran into behind you and tried to bite and grab you, determined to bring you to their owners just to be a knew pound of fresh meat or fur.