Now, it wasn't really Nerro's land, but he wanted to call it his. He was staying here, hunting here... and that meant a lot more to him then it did to anyone else. White, barrel like body trotting around, Nerro looked like a fat, long, ferret. He let out several, second-long streams of his own urine. Marking it. Of course, had he known that it would be infiltrated not moment later... he would be furious. The land he was on was flat, and he stayed close to the lake. As he walked he sang, and it was a rather lewd song.

The song went on in a lewder fashion, beginning to get... annoying. Like, not just "annoying" but really, really really annoying. Because, of course, he didn't know when to stop. Soon, he was shouting out things that should never be spoken aloud. A loud caw was preceding a large chunk of snow... which landed squarely on Nerro's head.

"AY!" The snow-white fox looked around, his small teeth bared. A crow took off, flying away and shrieking with laughter. "THIS IS MIA LAND," The fox began the song, but lower this time, preventing anyone else from hearing it. The song finally came to an end and Nerro was silent until he looked out across the lake... and saw a form... it looked like a pile of moving snow.

"AY! This is MINE!"

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The small fragile artic fox stepped through the thin layered snow, each step gaining a bit more nervous because of the dangers of walking in broad daylight for such a small weak creature. Chaos took a deep trembling breath hoping that his snow white color would somewhat help him during the day, so far he was pleased with no poachers, threatening creatures, or anything but that was soon to obviously change. His ears shook at the sound of a moving stream of liquid only for the fox to rise his head, looking across the distance at another creature… Chaos’ vision was terrible along with the snow making it foggy but he was sure by the scent that it had been another animal, hopefully one with nothing but the most sincere regards.<br><br>The fox arrogantly moves through the snow swiftly using his paws to quickly run towards the creature pushing his weight forward to his front paws to not lose balance. Embarrassingly the artic fox did something that you’d see on a show’s bloopers, he fell face forwards. Chaos quickly smirked picking himself up, “So much for first impression.” The fox mumbled to himself as he returned to his balanced stance looking at the creature that stood slightly ahead of him, still unable to make a clear vision of what was going on though.<br><br>Chaos looked down only to reveal a yellow stain in the snow, even the naïve fox had known what that had meant, this animal wasn’t friendly and this was his territory. Regardless Chaos would continue just because he wanted to meet the fox, he took small steps until the blurred creature had been in front of him enough to where he could hear his words through the rapidly falling snow.<br><br>“Hello there.” The small artic fox opened the conversation with sincere and kind words awaiting a…hopefully…kind remark in return from the opposing fox.

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<div class="FEUREbox" id="FEUREbox1">Had been completely aware that her surroundings had changed, she had left her skulk only for a few days, actually, to put it bluntly the female was lost, she hadn't been quite sure how she even got to the tundra area, and she was alone - scared, but, when these voices and silhouettes appeared it played out for the bored vixen as she readied herself in the tree. Hunches risen to the air, tail flicking from one side to another, before she leapt from the tree Yippeeeeeeee! Weeee! she yiffed out, her target? If aim was succesful...Nerro. He was the closest to the tree, and she would either score or under-shoot her target.<br><br>

Nyah! Ohmygosh, that was so much fun she giggled as she'd roll onto her back hind legs behind her head as her tail sloshed over her face. Her giggles continued to ring out before she fixed herself and layed to her belly, ears perking fully as she looked from one to the other. Two...foxes, not like her - nobody else was like her. Never was, it was depressing, least for she. Her tail would twitch as she waited to see if either would say anything to her, or if they would ignore her need for play to settle whatever it was these two males were here to settle...if that had even been the case at all.<br><br>( meh. short. couldn't think! )</div>
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"Hello there."

The arctic fox, Nerro, turned. His small, thorn sharp teeth were bared, his ears back and tail up. For a moment, the two stood tense- or, at least, Nerro was tense. The other seemed unprepared for the snarl that about to leave Nerro’s lips… when all of a sudden, a loud yip alerted him. Just beginning to turn his head, he caught the sight of a darker fox then he… leaping forward, right towards him. Before he could even react, the brown flying thing slammed full into his shoulder, bowling his stout body over. A loud “HOOGOOF!” was all Nerro coughed out before it began chattering away loudly, “ Nyah! Ohmygosh that was so much fun!” The thing giggled… giggled. No male fox with an ego would DARE giggle… unless they liked being called a pansy.

So if it wasn’t a male… female! HAHA! Nerro laughed, a smile replacing the grimace upon his snowy face. Standing, he looked down as the female rolled onto her hind legs and into a sitting position.

“’Ello, there, m’lady. How goes you?” Nerro tilted his head to the side, completely ignoring the other Arctic until, “’Ey buddy, ain’t you gonna say hi to the lady, eh? Think you’re above her, do you? Do you? Eh?” Nerro turned towards the male, glaring malevolently at him. His ears cupped forward, catching any sound from the male’s direction. “DO YOU, EH?” Now, while Nerro was—unlike most—one to snap your neck before he even said hello… when it came to the ladies, he was one of those foxes. He’d defend a vixen merely because one of the other males didn’t say hello, or said it ‘wrong’…

“SPEAK UP, AY? It’s my land, tell me what you’re on it for in the first place, eh?”

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Just in the midst of a silent stare down, a red vixen appeared quickly flourishing out of the blue, with Chaos only seeing her when she jumped towards the other artic fox that he stood in front of. The girl obviously lost as she yelled some kind of gibberish Chaos ignored and disregarded as he shook his head shaking out the snow from his peripheral vision, just his luck as another lump of snow fell from his head replacing the previous. The artic fox sighed as he attempted to focus on the two other foxes with his narrowed eyes. It was a kind of awkward situation he had been put in but it happened all the time, obviously.<br><br>“Ey buddy, ain’t you gonna say hi to the lady, eh? Think you’re above her, do you? Do you? Eh?” The opposing artic fox said as Chaos shook his two pointed ears trying to forget such an obnoxious voice the male had, he was already oblivious to Chaos.<br><br>“…” Chaos hadn’t a single word to say to the grammarless fox. Maybe his demeanors were lacking, regardless the artic fox turned away from the annoying fox and towards the lady and greeted her with a soft, “Hello there.”<br><br>“SPEAK UP, AY? It’s my land, tell me what you’re on it for in the first place, eh?” The annoying fox rumbled once more with his ‘eh’ driven voice, the sincere look from Chaos’ face quickly dispersing before a smug one replaced it. He contemplating just ignoring the fox, but after all it was common courtesy to at least answer the poor thing with a straight face.<br><br>“Your land?” Was all the fox could muster out before reentering the staring contest with the him. Usually Chaos was a fragile shaky fox, for some reason he had an exciting rush of courage, maybe the adrenaline fueled him to believe he was a wolverine instead of what he was. The same smug look would easily turn into a smirk on the face of the artic fox, it was obvious that this was a situation he had never experienced before.


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<div class="FEUREbox" id="FEUREbox1">Feure couldn't help but giggle as Nerro spoke to her, the sound of his use of speech, and just in all the way he held and formed himself got her giggle box in a whirl. Well, I'm swell! How about you, you silly gent?! she yiffed and pushed to stand once more. Body shaking to rid clumped snow from her silky soft pelt. Her chest lowered to the ground as if she were to pounce him once more, but as soon as she lowered, she soon regained proper composure.<br><br>

The hoary vixen stalked them, circling them as they spoke, her giggles remaind as the male she had pounced yelled at the other, white, male. Oh...my! she squeaked and moved to sit a distance away from them. Eyes looking to and from eachother, as her tail coiled around her waist and layed at her tiny mitts. Head cocked to the side lightly as she lolled out her tongue, then slurped it back in. She wasn't completely weird, just today, seemed to fit, playfullness and well, being lost.<br><br>

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Run run & run some more. The silver on black fox raced along the trail, her mits barely touching the ground as she sped over the ground, twigs uprooted in her wake as her narrow lithe frame bended and contracted to each pulse. Her heartbeat was in her throat as she rushed onwards, a few deers here and there looking at her oddly, thinking she was nutzo or of the like. <b>"Gotta go faster faster.. faster!"</b> She yipped, throwing all her weight over a warbling stream and continued on through the forest. She could smell scents of wolverines, birds, deer, skunks, squirrels, but all in a whirl as she kept crashing through the very underbrush.
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Fox. Her mind suddenly had a short death as she skidded against the ground, twisting and vaulting her frame in a tight circle, stopping herself from the mad dash she was in. <b>"FOX!"</b> She nearly screamed, her tongue lolling from between dainty jaws as she cantered out towards the lake, the scent of foxes only getting stronger. Her heart rate was still above normal for her as she had to do small circles ever few yards trying to calm herself down, ears flicking back and then sideways on her skull, bright copper eyes looking ward with intent. By now her pants had soften as she walked over the gentle falling hill ravine to see three foxes. Two white fluff-balls and one sitting, watching the two white ones bark at each other.
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Squealing she threw herself out there, forepaws outstretched to grip the ground as she raced down to meet them, joy in her bright colored eyes. The silver bud on her ear almost invisible as her jaws parted. Spine curled she launched over one of the antics (Chaos) leaping and vaulting over him before tumbling to the ground, well more like crashing. Her narrow frame rolled about on the bank before bumping into the sitting one, looking up to this one, a female. For now she laid there, letting the snow cool down her chest and lower abdomen, thick tail wagging out behind her as she turned to look at the arctics once more. Both males. She was going to have to catch her breath before being able to say anything.
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His paws treaded lightly upon the snow as his form lumbered through the hills of frozen crystals, his mind concentrated on but one thing, and that was his next meal. A wolverine would always be a wolverine, and his hunger would always remain with him, one that could never be eased, and a thirst that could never be quenched. He followed the <I>"Wolverine Trail"</i> with every aspect of the word, a religion that he, as an individual himself, was required to follow. A wolverine would eat anything and everything, be it dead, or long dead, rotting, or alive. From another predator, or buried beneath the snow as an unfortunate victim of the night's passing avalanche.

<P>However, there was a different vibe about him, and that was one of mourning. Upon his chest, over his heart, there lay a new mark upon him. And though it meant nothing to any other creature out there on the open spaces of the tundra, it meant the world to a wolverine. It was a mark of banishment, one that had been given to him by his father for his inability to reason, to control his anger, one that he had received for placing the clan before his own desire to prove himself. It was a sign that Naxx himself, would never be allowed to return what once was home to him, that he was now cast out into the world to face a life of loneliness until he found himself a worthy grave.

<P>He was searching for something, and it wasn't just his next meal. It was a reason to keep on living, a purpose when he no longer had a purpose. Before he was bannished, it was to devote himself to the clan that he once called his home. However, now that he had been banished, there in lay no reason. His brothers were no longer his brothers, his father was no longer his father. In essense, his hunger was something that he, and he alone would have to conquer.

<P>His paws treaded along the snow at a vibrant pace that passed through the frozen wind with haste, a constant six miles per hour with no breaks. His one eye was searching, his nose was guiding him. There was fox in this area, and lots of them. Most likely a group, and this particular scent had caught his attention. Claws laced along the snow before once more leaving it as he continued to progress forward and into the depths of the unknown world, the scent of urin drawing him in, acting as a guide to the right course. That was the bad thing about urine trails, most used them to mark their lands, for a wolverine, it was an invitation, and the urine did nothing but mark their grave. And for Naxx, that was all it once. Be it a grave for one, or a tomb for an entire group, he didn't care. He had nothing to loose anymore. If he was about to murder an entire group of foxes, than so be it.

<P>Clinging to the shadows, bringing himself to a low crawl, he merged himself forward, his eyes focusing in on a scene with a fox plastered in the face with snow... two.. no, make it four foxes. An excellent meal. Two of which were darker than the others, but easier to track with his poor eye site. If he chose any of the white ones, he'd have to rely on his ears and his nose. The darker ones would be the easier targets... but one of them was stranger than the rest. He could hear some kind of sound repeatively beeping in his ears, some kind of... signal? Naxx had been raised to fear the unknwo, to avoid it all costs, and this was certainly unknown. It was then that his eyes shifted once more and he found himself looking at the other dark fox. Of similar color, and of like-wise appearance. He had chosen.

<P>With a soft growl, he slunk back in the shadows, marking the fox with a mental note in his mind before depicting a flank to round them off and approach them from behind, locating a group of trees just beyond the lakes crescent. It was perfect, before he actually listened in on the conversation, this was all some kind of dispute of land? Naxx grinned, <I>"Stupid foxes..."</I> he laughed to himself as he made his way through the shadow. If there was one thing he knew, it was the fact that the foxes were a wolverines secondary food source.... and for a fox to declare land <I>so close</I> to wolverine territory? -It was asking for an early death.
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Okay, so this was a little out of his usual roaming range, but hey - when there was no toilet paper in your place, you had to look for the stuff. Admittedly he hadn't meant to come quite so far from the lands he generally stayed in - though a very good flyer, storms were still powerful - but he had come here. There had to be the great TP somewhere around here, right? Though now he looked, it did seem very, very deserted. No... Deserted wasn't the right word. That made it sound like some kind of desolate desert, which this place most certainly was not; this was a bird built for the edge of the Arctic Circle, admittedly, but as a chick he had been taken to the city, and he was used to the much warmer temperatures there.

Clanth was becoming increasingly thirsty as he flew, something he did not like; it was rare, as there was usually some kind of water around - once, he had even stolen a container of water in a see-through casing from a human. Gosh, that'd been fun... But he could still feel the bruise from that stone on the underside of his wing - and that wasn't the only raggedy thing about the bird. At first idea, he seemed rather impressive; a magnificent wingspan of nearly a metre and a half was complemented by a sharp, dangerous beak, a crowned head, and great talons ideal for slashing and swiping. And holding Toilet Roll. But he wasn't all that grand, really, when you looked, and he knew it; the grey flecks around his neck were the significant sign of a scavenger, along with the rest of his pelt being a mixture of every kind of brown; a black underlayer was flecked with chocolate; dashed with bronze; sliced with amber; his huge wings that twisted ever so slightly to keep him aloft on the Arctic winds had their almost orange underfeathers punctuated with flashes of gold, copper and cinnamon. His black, black eyes were rimmed with a thin coffee iris, and the skin around there was bald. I am also running out of words for brown. As he flew, loose feathers fluttered in the breeze, giving the bird quite a raggedy look - they were made that way, and would rarely actually fall off, but blew about as he flew.
This, in his usual habitat, was generally quite a good camouflage; made for the outer regions of the Arctic Circle, not the inner such as here, there was still mud, rocks and cliffs. His kind were often seen spinning spectacularly down from the high orifices, loose feathers fluttering beautifully in the breeze, heading straight for the rocks and water below before straightening out at the last second. Not being a hunter, his claws never entered the water itself to catch fish in this manoeuvre, but Clanth enjoyed feeling the sea on his talons when he was inches from a crash.
He himself had only ever flown down these cliffs once, as he loved to travel as long as he knew where home was, and raised in the city one rarely got the chance to miss the ground by inches, but he had long since satisfied himself by doing the same off of the tall buildings in which the humans worked and lived - and often left toilet roll in.

But here there was no toilet roll, and no high cliffs and no sea, and worst of all no humans, which all added up to one big mess and a lot of boredom. What did animals do all day in here!? But enough of that, even hunger came before fun in the Striated Caracara's twisted mind, and right now he was extremely hungry. Okay, maybe not extremely, but definitely rather quite. He could go up to a full week on only one Penguin Chick Carcass by nature, but Clanth himself was used to the many titbits left behind by the humans in his city home, and he hadn't eaten in nearly that time.
At which point his keen eyes spotted something.
There was a shimmer of water up ahead, like some kind of lake, and his sharp scavenger's eyes caught a movement - white on white. If the fox hadn't moved, he wouldn't have even known it was there. There was also another creature behind it, smaller and black; he realised with a sharp-beaked smile that it was a crow. The small bird, also a scavenger like he, except far less noble-looking, was just minding its own business, but he couldn't have that... In one fell swoop, he flew down the hundred feet from his flying height, picked up a lump of icy snow in his claws, and flapped, hard, to stop himself hitting the ground; his wings barely rustled, though a slight groan of muscle stress as he strained to keep himself aloft did escape his throat. Neither the crow nor the fox seemed to notice him, and Clanth grinned to himself as he gained altitude once more.

Timing it perfectly, he circled twice, high up above them, then released the missile in his talons. It dropped back to the surface of the land with perfect precision, hitting the white vulpine on the back of the neck - it let out a kind of angry yelp, then span around, mistook the innocent crow for the mysterious attacker, and snapped at it. Laughing at the fox, the small bird took flight, its croaky voice appealing to the Striated Caracara; it clearly didn't think to wonder who had snowed the fox if it wasn't itself, until it flew into his shadow. Squawking again in clear alarm, it did not even look up at him, but rather panicked, flapping its small wings desperately and not going anywhere.
I could kill this bird now, probably, he realised sharply. It's right below me; I could drop, and wrap it with my sharp talons, and squeeze and tear and it would die. But I won't, because I am a Scavenger, and it is not in my nature. So I won't.
And so, still hungry, Clanth instead rose higher with the slightest tilt of his huge wings, catching the 'waves' on the icy breeze, and soared around in repeated circles, waiting for something to happen.

After some time, another fox came up, and they snarled at eachother a bit. Several others joined the fray, and Clanth was finding it quite amusing - hah-hah, look at their little angry faces! - until he spotted something else, black, brown and overall menacing, approaching over a ridge. He may not have spent much time in his 'natural' habitat, but he knew enough to realise that this large creature was a Wolverine - and it meant business. The creature seemed as hungry as he, and its long claws gouged painful-looking marks in the snow. The mischievous Striated Caracara was irresistibly tempted to attack or antagonise it(after all, the more dangerous it was, the more fun the reaction(he just loved to see them try and retaliate as he soared up out of reach)), but despite all of the tom-foolery, he was not a dumb bird.
That wolverine was hungry. That wolverine ate foxes. There were foxes around here. The wolverine would kill a fox.
And that was Clanth's ticket to an all-he-could-eat fox buffet, courtesy of Wolverine...

((I daresay it's my turn now, huh?))

Nerro glared defiantly back at the challenger. His tail rose, his ears went forward, and he leaned forward to the tips of his claws, all in the manner of a defensive/offensive canine protecting it's rank.

"Your land?" The other fox seemed intent to stare himself to victory, because that was all he said. Realizing the extant of what the other was trying to do did not infuriate Nerro. It only made him disdainful.

"I've got years on you, pup. Staring me down isn't gonna do you any good." He spat, taking a step forward. Up above, an enormous bird circled, and far off something huge moved. Moose? Whatever it was, it was not important right now. What was important was that Nerro teach this haughty pup a lesson, as his father called it, 'The Fox Trot.'

And that's what it was. As effective at courting vixens as it was to take down challengers, and it went like so: Step forward, snap at the muzzle, back up, leap away to the right, belly and then lunge... More complex steps were added, but that was how Nerro knew it. And planned to initiate it. "Ever heard of the Fox Trot, eh? Nothing like right now, aye?" And with that, Nerro sat down, luxuriously, keeping his eyes locked and unblinking on the other's. But his own eyes watered with the stress of keeping them opened, and it was time to heed his own advice about the present. Lunging forward, Nerro snapped for Chaos's muzzle to hold in his jaws before letting go to follow the next step and lunge away.

Unsure of if he hit with the jaw attack, Nerro leaped back, crouching before lunging to the right and then forward, aiming for the opponent's shoulder.

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His eyes glistened at the other fox, obviously not a ‘happy-camper’ at this point, but Chaos was ready to fight but instead the fox gave him a lecture…a useless lector, so he just nodded away and ignored his words before finally the fox jumped towards Chaos with some sort of weird sequence. The artic fox didn’t know how to react to it, he felt too much danger in the midst of it, after all fighting in such an open place could only lead to more trouble than he had already gotten himself into. Nothing Chaos could do here except defend himself as the fox leapt towards his left, so he did a small barrel roll to his right quickly following the barrel roll with a sharp claw to the uninvited paw of the arrogant fox. If the claw landed it would do little to no damage except a scratch or two, but would dismiss the fox’s attack.<br><br>Chaos then quickly followed up with another claw, this time directed towards the face of the creature in hopes of distracting him for a while. The artic fox took a step back before sniffing the air a bit, smelling discontent and danger. He had a feeling that just didn’t seem right here; hopefully he would be wrong although he usually wasn’t about these things. He quickly dismissed the thoughts as he refocused on the opposing artic fox, just the thought of killing this creature gave discontent to Chaos. He wasn’t a very cold-blooded creature, Chaos had a more sincere heart but this fight had to be finished one way or another and he would do whatever was possible to survive.<br><br>He began mapping out the enemy’s next moves in his head, each move with a different effect and reaction, as he attempted to win what a Tekken game would call a “Flawless Victory” without any damage taken from the winning side. Chaos could only chuckle to himself at such funny thoughts even know this wasn’t exactly a good time for laughter, Chaos was a young fox still not fully equipped to such a serious world. The artic fox’s white coat soon disappeared in the snow, as he attempted to camouflage…not from the other artic fox, but just for precautions from other ‘dangers’. Chaos then awaited an action from the opponent, hoping that it would be surrender, but doubtful…Very Doubtful.


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Both claws missed, and Chaos's poor attempt to hide was pitiful. A snow fox wasn't dumb. They could see the differences in texture, in color. No way to hide from them. The first claw swiped at thin air, for Nerro had already leaped to his right (the opponent's left) and was already down. The second set of claws whistled over his head. The attacker's belly roll looked more like he lost his balance then anything else, and Nerro laughed cruelly, his eyes glittering with malice.

"THIS IS MINE," Nerro spat (though it wasn't really his), as he was crouched down. He darted forward on his belly, lunged forward and bit at (though he wasn't sure if it was snow or the other foxes coat) the fighter's shoulder before lunging back away, this time rearing up like he was going to crash into a seal den before slamming down and forward- a technique he had learned long ago. The snow- predicatively- shot up and out from his front paws in a shimmering arc. Turning towards the ladies, he smiled, then turned back to the fighting. -Once a player, always a player. Turning his head Nerro heard the sounds of movement not far off. -Predator? -Prey? It wasn't time to think of that, no, now it was time for a fight. Hormones jumping erratically, heart rate spiking along with blood pressure, he snarled ferally before spitting out an insult: "That all you got?" Predicting the other fox would lunge out of the snow, Nerro lunged to the right.

Fox Trot, Fox Trot, that all you got?
Come a little closer, little little closer...
Come on... you have to
FOX TROT FOX TROT, THAT ALL YOU GOT! The old song rang in his ears, and he remembered the next steps. Lunging to his left (opponent's right) the snow still fell, and Nerro darted forward, in the shield of falling ice water. Towards the fiend. Towards the challenger.

Fox Trot, Fox Trot, that all you got?
Come a little closer, little little closer...
Come on... you have to
FOX TROT FOX TROT, THAT ALL YOU GOT


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&bull; Tires to bite Chao's shoulder<br />
&bull; Tries to barrel into the challenger
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&bull; Lunges to right to prevent her first attack from hitting<br />
&bull; Bellies towards opponent preventing the second strike from getting it's mark<br />
&bull; Kicks up snow
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&bull; N/A (none Acquired)

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<i>Lunch</I>

<P>That's what this was to him, and not only was it lunch, it was a buffet. Eat all you can eat and do little work. To let the foxes kill one another, or let them get allw orked up, and then bolt out from the bushes and give them a heart attack. Those were his options, and either one sounded perfectly fine for him. It would seem that they were fighting over some kind of territorial dispute, one believe that it was his, the other thought it was his too. And so, they were lost in their own petty arguement, unaware that he was here, or the danger that lurked from above, (even Naxx didn't know he was there).

<P>For Naxx, the complication came trying to decide which one. Which one would die, and which one would life. It was rather odd how he seemed to play the role of god today, but then again, wasn't that the role of every predator? To choose who lived and who died? Who got away and who didn't?

<P>For Naxx, such things were at the bottom of his priorities. He needed to eat something with meat, or simply put, he was going to die. No one could put it any simpler than he, and with that, he braced himself, preparing to lunge out from the shadows, his hind quarters going stiff, his jaws parted to prepare for a neck breaking bite as he felt the very breath of air warm in his lungs.

<P><b><I>"That all you got?"</b></i> Naxx heard one of the foxes say as he turned his head to giave a glance to one of the males, the closes of the two, labeling him with big fat crossheir as a labeled him a target, before narrowing his single eye and leaping from his hind legs, he took in air as he parted his mouth with a resounding roar, throwing his forelegs before his as the muscles contstricted, forcing his claws forward and angled them to allow full penetration, surely since the fox was rather occupied with fighting off the other, he wouldn't even notice him until his shadow overcame him, for Naxx, the idea of crushing the thing's neck was more than pleasant at the moment.

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Chaos watched as his paw outright missed the opponent; his aim was a bit off because of such a foggy area, if it wasn’t such an awkward timing he would ask to move to a more appropriate area. The artic fox laughed at such a poor attempt that Chaos tried to perfect and execute flawlessly. As much as he wanted to wipe the smirk off his face, Chaos had known how important it was for patience so instead of going on the offensive he awaited a move by the opponent.<br><br>

“This is MINE!” The annoying fox yelled with his accent still lingering within the sentence, the grammar-ill fox slowly lowered himself quickly darting towards Chaos in attempt to repeat (such a laughed on) attempt at attacking the artic fox. Chaos sidestepped the incoming attack as he laughed at the scene of the opposing fox snapping at thin air. It had looked as if they were dancing rather than fighting with each competitor just evading attacks, it was time to turn it up a notch higher.<br><br>

Chaos jumped back preparing to attack the fox once again, in hopes of catching him off balance while he was watching the two vixens…Cheap shot? Yes…But there were no rules in such a dangerous life, and that would soon be taught to such a foolish fox. Before he could lunge forward or even lower his head to prepare to pounce something horrid entered his vision; a dark wolverine hauling towards the opposing fox closing distance easily between them.<br><br>

This is it…<br><br>

Chaos had never encountered anything like this before, he didn’t know what to do, maybe he should help the fox as if he were his own kin or just plain out try to make an attempt and run. The thoughts were lingering coldly to his head, but his morals and guilty conscience could not bring him to turn tail and run… His chances surviving were none, plain and simple and with a large yelp the fox warned the other, “BEHIND YOU!” He yelled with all the remaining air in his lungs quickly before the wolverine could close any further.<br><br>

Chaos gulped as his decision was made, it was survival of the fittest, and maybe this could come back to bite him but he needed to do whatever it took to escape. The fox quickly turned the opposite direction and began running as fast as he could hope that the opposing fox would do likewise. There was no turning back at this point as he ran through the snow, not looking back the slightest for any presence.<br><br>

Every day’s a gamble, tough luck.



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The other fox dodged his attack, and Nerro's ears flicked. His aimed again, this time just going for the face or throat... when a shadow infiltrated his vision. Nerro's ears flicked, and he turned his head.

"Look behind you!" His jaw dropped. Charging towards him was a small bear. It looked like it was one hundred pounds, and it was scarred. -Not like, cut, but like this thing had jumped off and cliff and come back to life to do it again. It was scarred. If Nerro ever left this place alive, it's face would star in his nightmares more then once.

Of course, as soon as Nerro saw the path, it was too late. The big, burly beast was already pinning him down, and Nerro yelped. A ladies-man till the end, he shouted to the others, "Run for your lives, girls! I'll fend him off, eh!" But of course, the wolverine would kill him, Nerro knew that and he only hoped it would be as painless as possible.

((BLARGH. So fail. >>))

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Distance was closing fast, the gap, time, it didn't matter to him that the life he was about tot ake, was a life. It didn't influence him at all. For Naxx, this was every day living, find the food, kill the food, eat the food. It was a repeating process that went through his mind everyday he lived, and everytime the stomach growled.

<P>Today, the foxes would be on the menu and for the taking, He wouldn't hesitated about it either. He was going more on smell and hearing than his own vision. Mainly because the foxes were so white that during the day, he couldn't see such bright colors. Had it been night, he'd be able to see them perfectly, but for a wolverine such things were not true. Blind during the day, able to see perfectly at night.

<P>And so, as he closed in, all he could do was draw his fangs upon the closest thing to him, and that was the fox, (Nerro). <b><i>"BEHIND YOU!"</I></b> one of the other foxed cried out -the one before him whirling in time just as Naxx parted his fangs and moved turned his head off slightly to the right before bringing his fangs down on the closest thing that was in range for him (his shoulder). His claws went forward to grasp the prey and pin him.

<P><b><I>Run for your lives, girls! I'll fend him off, eh!"</b></I> Naxx snarled as he tore through the things legs to get to the face, raking his claws against the surface, be it snow or fox.
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