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𝔽𝕠𝕩 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℍ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕

Summary: Anthropomorphic-Wolf!Reader comes across Fundy by the riverside.

Total Word Count: 852

"ah! stupid fucking--" 

your head snaps up from where you had been crouching by the river. you had been dipping your snout into the stream to quench your thirst, but now you were nervously looking around for the source of the sudden loud shouts.

"can't even-- fucking -- ugh!" 

a young man's voice. upstream. you sniffed. a fox?  you were downwind. it's safe to just check out. you figure. you stand up and shuffle your way along the riverside.

"dumbass uniform! dumbass cap! dumbass dad!" 

a rock is thrown downstream, and misses your side by maybe half a meter. you wince, yelping. the boy gasps sharply in reaction to your sudden noise.

"w-who's there?! trespasser?! monster?!"

you emerge from the undergrowth, dipping your head and flattening your ears.

"o-oh..." 

you look up, meeting eyes with the boy. his fox-like tail lashes dubiously. "who are you?"

"i'm..." you gulp. "... [Y/N]."

"[Y/N]... what faction are you aligned with?"

"uh," factions? allies?  "none?"

the fox-boy hums. "you're a loner, then?"

"i guess i am." you reply. "what faction are you aligned with?"

"i'm from l'manburg." the fox says. "my name's fundy, by the way."

your wolf-tail wags as you begin to warm up to the potential friend. "i've never heard of l'manburg." you admit. "where is it?"

"our territory is up this side of the river. my father, wil, founded it pretty recently, that's probably why you've never heard of it." fundy explains.

you're breath hitches. "does that make you a prince? oh! i'm so sorry for sneaking up on you, sir!" you quickly apologize, dipping your head to fundy.

"no! no, no! please don't apologize! i'm not a prince, plus the sneaking thing is totally valid. i mean, i probably would've snuck up on you if you had been as loud as me." Fundy rambles, black-tipped ginger ears flattening with worry.

you laugh. "oh! oh! sorry, then."

fundy snickers. "you just apologized for apologizing."

"yeah. i, uh, i do that sometimes. i haven't really talked to another person in a while, let alone someone who... looks like that." you don't mean to sound rude, but that's how it comes out.

fundy's ear twitches. "nor have i seen someone who looks like... you." his phrasing, somehow, sounds much less offensive. "what's your heritage, if you don't mind me asking?"

"my dad's just like me, and my mum's..." you gnaw your lip and frown. "i don't know my mum."

fundy frowns as well. "sorry to hear that. i don't know my mum either, but i know her name and..." he hesitates. "... what she is."

"so, what's your heritage, then?"

fundy sighs. "my father's president of l'manburg, he's human, well mostly. things get kind of complicated on his side.. my mum's name is sally, and well..." he gestures to the river separating you two. "she's a salmon."

wha-- a man? and a fish? i... "how does that work?" you exclaim in an exasperated tone.

fundy snorts. "i genuinely do not know. i've been pestering my dad for like fourteen years and he has never given me a straight answer."

"wait, fourteen years? how old are you, fundy?"

"eighteen. you?"

"eighteen."

"nice." fundy's tail wags as he smiles. "do you want a tour? of l'manburg, i mean? my father won't mind, in fact, he welcomes visitors!" he invites excitedly.

you smile, and nod. "just gimme a second to get across--" you hop into the river, shivering as the frigid, fast-moving water soaks you up to your knees. you tread across, holding out your arms to keep your balance and not get swept away. 

fundy grabs your paw in his and hauls you onto the rocky shore. you yip a quiet 'thanks,' before allowing him to lead you up the creekside and towards a high blackstone wall. he passes along the wall before stopping at a hole dug out beneath it. 

"you're not claustrophobic, right?" he asks. 

you assure him that you're not. "are you.. allowed to leave?' you ask in return.

fundy hums, tilting his head a bit. "my father's pretty protective, but yea. i can come and go as i please. i'd just rather the whole country not know my personal turmoil." he says bluntly.

you crouch down too examine the tunnel, and he does the same. "i can go first, if you'd like." he offers. 

you shake your head. "i'll go, check if anyone's seen your secret turmoil tunnel." you explain in a giggle. 

fundy jabs your rib with his elbow, but backs away to allow you to crawl under first. 

it's a bit of a tight fit, but you manage to wiggle your way out and up on the other side. you sit on the ground and gasp in awe. "your homeland is beautiful!" you exclaim. 

"hrn, thanks!" fundy grunts, squeezing his way out of the tunnel behind you. "i ought to make that hellhole bigger." he admits, dusting off his black jacket of grainy dirt. "where to start, where to start..." 

he stands up and looks around the area. "i'll take you to the town center, then you can decide what you think looks most interesting from there, how's that sound?" 

"sounds fun." you reply. 

and fundy takes your paw in his and guides into the city.