Fox (mxm) (Rever series 1)

Fox 9

(Bed time~) 

Fox narrowed his eyes on Henry's bleeding arm as he sat locked in a dog crate. 

I never asked for you guys to help me. I don't want to change my life. Even if you two don't think it's a good one. It's mine and I made it. 

Fox lunged at the bars and gnawed on the same ones he'd been bending off and on all night. At the rate he was going, he would be short a few teeth, but also free of the cage hopefully before the people Henry called showed up. He gave a slight sneeze to free his mouth of blood, then went right back to biting at the bars.

"We should just let him go. He clearly doesn't want to go back to what he had. Maybe it wasn't good. Maybe he was abused?" Noah said as he paced in front of the cage biting at a finger nail. "I really don't like this." 

The doorbell rang as he finished speaking, making Fox back up against the far side of the cage as Henry walked to the door. 

"It doesn't matter what had happened, Noah. That was years ago and he's been missing since then. You finally found him. The least we should do is report him so that the case can be solved. What happens after that is up to the authorities," Henry said as he opened the door and stepped aside to allow the two officers in. 

Another person followed them carrying a manila envelope and a briefcase. One of the officers, a woman that appeared to be an age Fox didn't give a damn about, knelt in front of the cage and reached for the lock holding it shut. 

"I wouldn't open that. He's not friendly to people he doesn't know," Henry said quickly as he unconsciously ran his fingers over his injured arm. 

 The officer hesitated, then stood up to address him. 

"He definitely looks like the photos. Has he shifted at all for you guys? Do you have a photo of his human form?" she asked, getting two head shakes in response. 

"No. He refuses to shift but does seem to understand what we say," Noah said, stepping into the conversation, though it was obvious that he was nervous and unsure. 

The other officer, a man, knelt down in front of the cage. "Can we just take him in the crate? We can try to get a DNA sample from one of his relatives to test if it's him, but until then we'll have to hold him at the precinct." 

Noah frowned at the man's words. "Didn't they think to get one when he went missing? What if you can't get a sample or it's not him?" 

The officer took the file from the third person of their group and handed it over to Noah. 

"He attacked a little girl in the park, and from what we were told, he bit you, too. He'll be euthanized if there is no match and he refuses to shift within two weeks." 

I don't know what that word means, but I definitely didn't like the look on Noah's face when that man said it. 

Fox widened his eyes and lowered his ears when both Noah and Henry looked at him with worry. I'm a cute fox. I don't usually maul people. I'm a good fox. Whatever that word means, you guys should stop it from happening. 

To his surprise, Henry actually stepped in front of the male officer after he took the folder that had been handed to Noah. He was skimming through it as he began speaking. 

"This just states that he bit someone. The only witness to this seems to be Noah, besides the little girl who can't really be a valid witness. It also states that he has to testify for it to be valid," he said, then turned to gesture at Fox. "Clearly, this fox is not rabid." 

Fox let his big ears droop even more, then twitched his nose and hunched his shoulders just-so. 

Correct, not rabid at all. I plan all of my bites and give fair warnings... probably a good thing I can't talk.