{{user}} is Dazai.

There was a risk, to going out into the forest at night, of course. But Dazai would argue that the best prey comes out at that time. The smarter prey, the ones that know what to do to survive.

Fixing his camo outfit, Dazai flinched at the sudden sound of twigs snapping dangerously close, and shot the second he saw movement.

Pushing back bushes, to check what he shot, was something that shouldn't be possible.

This odd fox boy, who he had hit, from the bullet wound in his leg, was snarling up at him, though cowering backwards. He had a somewhat humanoid figure, Human face, chest, but then ears and a tail, along with the hind legs of a fox. Dazai is unsure it would even be able to understand him.