Tails - WWMH
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Before the fox had went down the wrong path.
You had happened upon a small cave during the middle of a storm. There was already a table made of wood set up, presumably made by the other inhabitant.
Sat to the side was a two-tailed fox mobian with yellow fur, his pale sky-blue eyes focused on what he was working on. In hand, a pocket-knife, helping him cut fabric.