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The small shape didnt remember much, it wasnt thinking anything right now...it was dreaming. Its small shape jostled around in the wooden cage on the back of the cart, the tranqualizer in it was keeping it nice and sedated for the ride to wherever the poachers were taking it. It was having happy dreams of hunting for prey around the old volcanoes in the dusky mountains and its leg was twitching happilly as it dreamed of chasing after prey. Looking at the shape one would find it immensly cute, nothing set it aside from a normal red fox, nothing too apprent now at least.
As the poacher's cart sped down the hills a large covered rut caught the edge of one of the wheels. The cage holding the Fenaro, already on edge from its kicking, fell silently onto the hill rolling a little ways down. The sound and the loss of the one cage went completley unnoticed by the poacher as he sped away. The fall however, did not go unnoticed by the Fenaro, however sedated it had been.
It blinkingly opened its eyes, stretching its legs out in a yawn and looked around. Its burning ember of an eye looked and saw something, incredibaly unfamiliar to it....and a very unpleasent one. He didnt recognize anything, where was its home, where were its hunting grounds? It was so cold here, it hurt the poor thing. It walked a bit up and down the hill looking for something, hoping he wasnt far off...but nothing. The Fenaro started crying parts of its fur bursting into flame as it did so, slowly it curled itself into a ball to hold its warmth.
It was hoping this was all just a dream and it would wake up in its nice hot home...if not it didnt want to think of what would happen.