Again, not you for a change.

The fox makes one final yipe as your teeth sink into his hide. Fleshy or not you make short work of the poor fox.

Half an hour after the vuplines grizzly demise you find yourself picking your teeth clean with a rib bone. You feel horrible for eating the poor beast. You comfort yourself with the knowlage that he admited himself his diet would prove to be his undoing. His tasty, juicy ending.

Now with hunger sated the question is...where do you go next?

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