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It was warm sunny day for the beginning of the autumn. The summer was still felt in the air but so were the cool winds of the autumn. There was nothing but the sound of birds and bugs in the forest and lands around Beacon Hills, lands untouched by human hand, acres and acres fields, crops and forests stretching on miles, areas where no human foot wanted to set. It didn’t mean the area wasn’t uninhabited.
Little fox with a fur like fire jumped playfully in the corn field. Curious and hyperactive it just couldn’t stay on one place until it explored every little corner, hole, and of course peed on every tree. It just felt important to do so. Little fox always had a friend to run with but sometimes it just didn’t want to share its secrets with others. No one was trustworthy and active enough for the fox’s games. Right after breakfast little fox would go on a run and reach the river that was border line between the foxes and wolves’ territory. Little fox would take few gulps of the crystal clear water and splash paws into it to scare off the fish. Then it would run and run along the bank of the river till it would reach unexplored territories, then ignore its senses to be careful and dive into the unknown to sniff, mark and learn. Every day little fox would go farther and farther with a little more, hunt squirrels and hares and sometimes bring a hare to the gorgeous fox in the neighborhood Lydia which fur was like a burning sun, tail long and fluffy like no other female fox had.
Werefoxes lived as humans in houses on the corners of Beacon Hills, had established a normal life balanced between the wild life as animals and the normal life as humans in the society. No one knew about them or the werewolves so both species had to work on their cover which meant they couldn’t let themselves be caught by the police or end up in hospital. Whatever happened in the city they had to be careful, whilst the life in the wild they could let their other half take control. There have always been incidents through the years but nothing to give them away.
Little fox, named Stiles, as we mentioned above, was curious hyperactive both as human and a fox. He loved his fox form better, loving his senses and the chance to be as wild as he needs without being judged or looked strange. He enjoyed the warm sunrays catching in his fur, loved to sense the nature around him, every vibration of the earth, the wind, the grass under his paws, the little animals trying to hide from the predator. He felt alive through the life of the nature. And often won’t come home in the little village of tents the foxes sometimes used. He wasn’t scared to wander in the foxes’ lands alone, curious brave little fox looking for adventures.
One of those last summer days little fox Stiles went by the river again, running along the bank with tongue sticking out of his mouth, having near non control over its body to the point he nearly tripped, maybe running with closed eyes and sticking tongue wasn’t such a good idea but that was Stiles after all. It suddenly stopped on the edge of the river and glued itself to the soil with snout pointed at the water as he carefully listened and watched the fish in the water. Furry tail waved slowly behind it and after a second in peace and silence, hidden in the grass, little fox suddenly jumped and landed in the water, splashing everywhere and scaring off the fish. There was no particular reason for it to do it because there was no positive outcome and just a red wet ball of fur in the shallow waters of the river. It was all happy of it and splashed fast out of the water, shaking all the water drops off his coat. It took little fox just a minute to realize it had stepped into the wolves’ territory on the other side of the river. Instead of jumping back to his side, little fox sniffed the air and… just walked deeper in it.
It could really say that wasn’t his home any more. The scent of wolves wasn’t that thick around the river but getting closer to the forest of their side he could finally sniff the different scent and of course lots of piss over the trees, markings from different wolves, little fox could say. It didn’t scare him off or disgusted… well he actually lifted his leg and peed on a tree too over a mark that was fading already. I was here, little fox thought, proud of it’s newly discovered territory where no fox’s foot had sat before. It knew how to go back so it was last of his concerns. What little fox wanted was to see a wolf. Ever since Stiles could talk, walk and understand, he wanted to see a wolf. His dad never took him on the meetings and all he had seen were human forms of those werewolves. He knew by the smell. What were werewolves like, little fox wanted to know, curious more than it ever was. And it was about to find out.