The following story is narrarated by me, the vixen with the violin up there in the corner.
You really thought it was the artist who narraretes Rob's tragic stories? Oh no, that would be my job, because i looooove telling Rob's tragic stories.

You see, alot of people are fucking their boyfriend, their girlfriend, their fiancee, their mate, their pet or whatever the fuck they call them.
Meanwhile, a certain greylegged wolf cant help but remember 1 year ago when he met his first love. The memories shatters the wolf's heart yet again and desperatly he tries to drown his sorrow with his favorite whisky. But that only makes matters worse, his feelings get more sensitive and crushes him even further down the drain and even makes him suicidal, to brink of just pulling out his own gun and put a bullet in his own head. The wolf can only lean against the wall and let his tears flow, the blood weeps from his multiple cuts on his own wrist.

It doesnt take long before he collaps on the floor from mental exhaustion and just let his pain flow over his body and his morality slowly seeps out of his body and leaves him to nothing but an empty husk of hopelessnes and pain... yet, he still survives.

But heeey, who cares about a male wolf, am i right?

ooooh how i love these miserable tales of the Swiftclaw.
Commence the Max Payne Theme song:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=omQ-7wZTXvI