While exploring the area in my feral form, I ran into a fox who was rather hungry. I offered to help them find some food, but apparently to a large, hungry fox, I am food. So now I'm trying to outrun my vulpine pursuer, once again asking myself: WHY do I ever go into feral form?!

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Here's a little sketch I got from  greatnixfox where they were taking volunteers for random-themed pics. Looks like Nate should stay in his anthro form more often than not, huh?

Nate © myself
Fox/art ©