... park. Some hiking enthusiast had built it many years ago, but as it was on public land, it was available to any weary hiker passing by. However, this particular track was practically forgotten and the place saw very few visitors. A couple of years ago, I rediscovered it during one of my explorations of the park and subsequently made it into my own private getaway. But today it wasn't going to be just myself there.
Long before the cabin came into sight, I had heard the sound of an axe intermittently. I presumed that someone was chopping firewood. The mornings were still a bit cool (if you weren't a chakat) and besides, the stove ran on wood. As I came upon the clearing, I could see a male red fox-morph with his back to me, hard at work at the woodpile. He was not very tall, about 170cm, and with a wiry build. He wasn't wearing a shirt and I could see his muscles flexing beneath his fur. He looked mighty fine to me and I decided it was time to let my presence be known . . . . in my own way. Carefully placing all four paws, I padded up to him silently without being seen. I let out a roar as I grabbed him by the waist and hoisted him in to the air; my great upper body strength easily holding him up above my head.
"Aaghh! What the . . . .? Forest! Put me down!" he demanded. So I dropped him. He was not caught out again though. He agilely twisted and landed on his f...