(Illustration is at http://www.furaffinity.net/view/6680944/)

>It was a dark, starry night. The small red fox sat alone atop a hill overlooking an old man's farm. He was observing. Planning his next move. The rocks and patches of grass were his only companions, he thought. It's not like he needed anyone else, anyway. Tomorrow he was intending to dig under the farmer's fence and snatch a chook. And the fox could do it just fine alone.

>The night quickly turned to day and that cunning mister fox knew the farmer and his wife would be up soon. Travelling downhill was not a problem and he nimbly hopped over any obstacle in his path.

>The fox knew when he'd stopped by the fence that something was not quite right. There was already a hole in the fence, right by the chicken coop, too. He cautiosly crawled under, ears perked for any noise. Once he was through, he heard the sounds of a struggle from the other side of the house.. Listening, comtemplating investigation before deciding upon checking it out.

>Dashing around to the source of the noises, the vulpine figure flinched as rocks flew past him. The farmer was in a scuffle with a dingo, one he'd never seen before. Deciding to intervene, the fox jumped and pounced onto the old man's ankle, digging his teeth in. The man yelled loudly in pain and rage.

>As the fox distraced the old man, this gave the dingo the perfect opportunity to escape. Both animals decided to run at once, around opposite sides of the house. As they were, the man's wife had grabbed his gun and was on the back porch shooting (and missing) at the pair. The dingo had the idea of taking a chicken, and the fox followed suit. Both were weaving and zig-zagging, making it very difficult to get a shot at them.

>Fortunately, the two had made it out, With a chook in each of their mouths. Unfortunately, they were yet to make it up the hills that surrounded the farmstead. Luck, however, seemed to be on their side as the woman had run out of ammunition. They were free and they knew it.

>Later, around midday, the fox and the dingo were eating their spoils of theivery together. Each keeping an eye on the other, because though one had risked its life for the other, they were scavengers. This food was a lot compared to what they normally ate and neither wanted to risk the loss of it, despite what they'd been through.


>They went on to hunt, play, and scavenge many things together. Though the distrust was there at first, it faded as time went on and they began to do everything they could together.