, ERADICATION

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The frozen air seemed to cool as one awoke, the sudden warmth of the earth and all things on it would seem to chill, freezing one's body down to the roots.
Such could easily be said for the young fox, Higure. Not much of an early bird, and a wanderer of the night, the welcoming darkness enshrouded him.

However, the same could not be said for the trudging of footsteps throughout the dead earth, crunching the freshly-laid snow beneath. Higure lifted his tired head, shaking his body free of the snow that had lain a thin sheet over his body. His throat caught tight in a sneeze, and he tried to dig his claws into the earth in order to stop it.

Futile. His body shook with the force, and he only succeeded in hurting his throat. Higure had lain beneath a maple tree, though this was, clearly, insufficient cover. As a gray fox, he stood out like a... Well, like a fox typically would in a snow-covered area. Of course, unless you were an arctic fox. Higure could not help but admire such animals, whose coats blended them in so well.

If only he could say the same for every animal, he may not have been sleeping the day away.

Lifting his maw into the air, he took in a deep breath and sniffed for scents. One powerful scent was quick to hit him, almost like a slap in the face rather than a welcome. "Namaste." He sulked, possibly his only word for days. How could one forget their own kingdom's leader? The lord?

Just the words made him wince in disgust. How could one walk around with his tail held so proudly for being around so many others? So unlike the young fox to stop himself from turning tail and leaving at the maned wolf's approach, as it was.

[mockingbird]

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Discomfort shook the young fox's body like a small earthquake. Has he realized his sniffing would have woken up the less-than happy lord, he may have strayed instead of assuming the maned wolf would sleep like a rock, as it were.

Higure swiveled his ears back, almost flattening them against his skull as the lithe dog-fox took a couple of steps back, narrowing his eyes in distrust for his own leader, however crude that may have been.

"Correct it is." The young fox forced out of his throat, sitting down and flicking his tail over his paws, the fur aligning his haunches rising as he did so. He tensed his small body, preparing to leap away in an instant if need be; sure, each of them had taken the code upon themselves, however he could not trust anyone. That was his life lesson.

Turning his head away, he allowed the fur on his back to lay flat. "Hm, not often I see any leaders around here." He chanced a comment. "Aside from tension or fighting." Higure's pupils rolled to the side, focusing on Namaste's body.

Normally, the gray fox would have avoided speaking; but when it came to a lord? Like hell he'd get away with that, and he knew it.

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Just thought I should say dog-fox is a male fox. He's not part dog. xD