Chapter 2. Mending
Thorn frantically raced homeward, traveling well over the posted speed limit in his suburban with the unconscious dark vixen in the back seat. After five minutes of driving and occasionally looking back at the anthropomorphic fox, Thorn had finally convinced himself that this was not some bizarre fantasy of his imagination, but that there really was a fox creature in his back seat, and it was severely injured. Finally putting his first-aid training to use, Thorn’s mind raced around wildly, constructing a list of everything that would be necessary in-order to mend the gaping gash in the fox's side.
As the sun began to set, casting a warm bronze glow across the grass fields which surrounded Thorn’s county home, Thorn brought the car to a halt, ripped his keys out of the ignition, and flung out the door in a single hurried action. The car door slammed behind him as he