Another night in the forest. The rustle of leaves and the soothing smell of wood. However, what was distinctive was the presence of heavy rain. Quincy and his little friend Topper were lucky that they were in the house at that moment. But some are less fortunate.

There was a knock at the door. Quincy, half asleep, opened his eyes and lazily walked to the door. Having opened it, he did not change in emotions, but raised an eyebrow:

"Old Fox?"