4
Foxfire
Fuck. f**k. f**k.
This is a dream. A really bad dream, like the time Sunny left her mushrooms out and I ate them and thought the walls were melting.
The clarity of the moonlight, the scents that surrounded me, they were beautiful, but it’s way worse than a bad trip.
“Here.” Tank sits down next to me, holding out a power bar.
“No more jerky?” I ask hopefully.
“Carnivore?”
“I tried to be vegetarian, like, so many times. I would have these cravings where I almost ate raw meat.”
“She wouldn’t let you.”
“Who?”
“Your fox. She’s pretty, by the way.”
“My…”
“Your fox. That’s who came out to play just now. She’s gorgeous.”
I stare at him, remembering the harmony in my limbs, when I didn’t think about it, the freedom, the whole new world of scents, beautiful and profane.
“Wha
