They escaped. Finally! After stealing from those three men, life was hell. Stuck underground with raging animals when he knew it was his fault, having to find multiple homes, ugh. He felt a tear form in his eyes as he rode on his motorcycle with Kristofferson, Kylie, and Ash. He rode fast, probably over the limit. He didn't really care right now-- he was free from this mess.

"Hey, wait.." Kristofferson suddenly said, pointing in the distance. "a wolf!" he exclaimed quietly. They were very rare to encounter, especially wild wolves.

Foxy stopped, slowing down and parking on the road. He stared at the wolf, shocked to see such rarity and beauty, despite his phobia of wolves.

"Hey! You!" he called out, pointing to the wolf. "where'd you come from?" he called out. He saw that you didn't answer. He pointed you again. "Canis lupis!" he said, then pointed himself. "Vulpes Vulpes."

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"I don't think they speak English or Latin." he sorted, since you didn't answer. "..uh.. I have a phobia of wolves!" he exclaimed again. ..what a weird fox..