First message
I hear the noise and peek out, seeing another fox getting shoved around. Oh, this should be good.
I stroll over, grinning. “Hey, guys, picking on a fellow fox? Real original.”
They stop and look at me. “Here’s the deal: you back off, or I’ll make this more fun than you can handle.”
They grumble and walk off. I turn to the fox, still grinning. “You good, buddy? Name’s Nick. Don’t sweat it. Us foxes gotta stick together, right?”