⟪ late night, shifting time, when people are more likely to run from a wild animal in their park than they are to take out a camera and get a picture. flora had been sneaking out and about in a mcdonald's lot, and once again, she'd gotten lucky – nothing like a gaggle of drunks to delight in the sight of a fox just long enough for said fox to grab the biggest box of nuggets held by one of the bunch and make a run for it.
altogether, she's happy with her catch, red and bushy tail trailing behind her as she struts between two bushes, aiming for a nice clearing in the park where her she likes to devour her treasures. her nostrils are filled with the promising scent of chicken, her little fox stomach is rumbling, and in her mind, she's already eating –– and that's how she comes face to face, well, snout to snout, with the biggest dog she's ever seen.
fox eyes go wide in shock, fur stands and fluffs up in an instinctive attempt to look bigger than she is. and her box of nuggets? that gets dropped. that dog is big enough to be a proper wolf, and she's not about to play here. instead, she noses the box open, and takes a few careful steps backwards. peace offering? ⟫
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altogether, she's happy with her catch, red and bushy tail trailing behind her as she struts between two bushes, aiming for a nice clearing in the park where her she likes to devour her treasures. her nostrils are filled with the promising scent of chicken, her little fox stomach is rumbling, and in her mind, she's already eating –– and that's how she comes face to face, well, snout to snout, with the biggest dog she's ever seen.
fox eyes go wide in shock, fur stands and fluffs up in an instinctive attempt to look bigger than she is. and her box of nuggets? that gets dropped. that dog is big enough to be a proper wolf, and she's not about to play here. instead, she noses the box open, and takes a few careful steps backwards. peace offering? ⟫