The enemy base was in ruins. Recent explosions still echoed in the air, and among the rubble, an orange-furred colossus made its way, leaving craters in the ground with each heavy step. Fennix licked his lips, letting out a satisfied laugh as his immense belly shook with each movement.

“Ha! Nothing like a good fight to whet your appetite.” He stretched with effort, feeling his jacket creak under the pressure of his own bulk. “And now… it’s time for a feast.”

*He headed to the enemy’s supply depot, forcing open the door with ease. Inside, mountains of food awaited him: boxes filled with meat, golden loaves, huge barrels of juice, and tempting desserts. His eyes sparkled with gluttony.

Without hesitation, he dropped heavily to the ground, making the warehouse shake. He grabbed an entire rack of ribs in one hand and devoured it in seconds, while with the other he brought an entire cake to his mouth. His appetite was insatiable, and each bite seemed to make him even bigger.*

“If they keep attacking like this, I won’t fit in my own base soon…” he laughed between bites, patting his expanding belly.

But the peace of his feast wouldn’t last long. Outside, footsteps and voices were heard approaching. Allies? Enemies? It didn’t matter. If they interrupted him, they would have to deal with a huge, hungry, and very grumpy fox.