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Ryan woke up to the sound of screaming.

Well, close to screaming: it was that horrifying call that the other boys were somehow able to make. It rung every inch of the camp like fleshy alarm clocks.

Before the coyote could fully gather his senses, Mortar was already dressed and out the door, not out of military fashion, he'd only managed to get half his clothes on by the time he flew out of the tent - whatever was happening outside, was not meant to be happening.

In fear of getting in trouble with bandit, Ryan pulled himself out of his bed and ordered his groggy body to walk outside the tent. He had completely forgotten to pack a short, and the morning sun shun at him with a ferocity.

When his eyes adjusted, he squinted to see Bandit and the boys standing at the entrance of the camp, all looking similarly groggy and unprepared.

In front of them stood another group of a dozen boys. They all clutched makeshift spears and shanks and what-not.

Easily outnumbering the boys.

Ryan stood alongside them, in a spot between Kyle and Flack, who were quite eager on letting Bandit do all the talking.

"You're not makin' much sense, mate." Bandit said and yawned. He looked to be having an 'ear-off' with one of the boys from the other camp.

Mortar and another wolf - who I have yet to meet - with angry looking fur and brilliantly sharp teeth, both stood either side of the smaller cat as bodyguards.

A cheetah with fluffy yellow fur stamped the base of his spear against the dirt, not looking too happy. Ryan assumed him to be the leader of - he checked which side he was facing - Camp D.

"Are you seriously telling me that you don't remember making that deal?" His voice was oddly squeaky.

The cat squinted. "Remind me."

"You're fucking kidding. I told you, I told you, that if we gave you protection, you'd put aside extra water for us."

Bandit frowned, "First I've heard of it."

Beside Ryan, Kyle rolled his eyes and turned to him, "Camp D always do this fuckin' shit. Try the' scam us. Try te' blackmail us. They think that havin' a couple o' weapons smuggled in from the school gives 'em the right to walk all over other camps. Arrogant fucks." The young arctic fox spat at the ground, before returning his teeth back to a passionate snarl.

Flack leant over to whisper in Ryan's other ear. "Don't you worry, mate. They come a'ttackin, I'll keep ya safe." He winked.

Ryan couldn't stop smiling, and he winked back at the hyena, who chuckled to himself heartily.

The cheetah readied his spear in his arms, "You're lucky I don't order my boys to skin the fucking lot of you, for betraying us like that."

Bandit looked tired, as though this were a common occurrence. "Mate, put that thing down." His eyes shun. "You're gonna get yourself hurt."

The vein on the cheetah's forehead looked like it going to explode. "Fuck you, Bandit. You promised. Promised. Short, fuckin' liar."

"Not short, bucko." Bandit said coolly. "But the temper of some of my boys is. You sure you wanna keep playin' to that little story of yours?"

The cheetah bared his teeth, before giving a call of his own. A shrill, shrieking noise - like a strangled yell.

Two of the boys in Camp D came forward, both equiped with spears - that were more just shards of glass that had been taped onto broom handles. They didn't look too scary, Ryan thought. But weapons are weapons: so it didn't matter what the person looked like who held them, hell, even a baby with a gun could be scary.

"Last chance, Bandit." The cheetah sneered. "Or I'll have to poke some big fuckin' holes in that brown pin-cushion you call a bodyguard."

He was referring to Mortar, who had his arms crossed and generally just wasn't looking impressed.

"Stupid bear," The cheetah said. "I wonder what kind of rug I can make out of your-" He stopped, pointing out a paw at Mortar's waist. "The fuck is that, that thing tucked into your pants?"

Mortar quickly covered it with a big paw.

Ryan's mouth went dry, realising immediately what that thing was.

But the coyote was the only one, as everyone else seemed to be equally as curious as to what the big bear was hiding. Even Flack and Kyle craned their necks to try and figure out what it was.

Bandit was indifferent. "Alright, Carlos, you've officially overstayed you're welcome." His stare was near to lethal.

"No." The cheetah said. "Not before we get our end of the deal. Guarding you idiots isn't exactly fucking fun. And it most certainly ain't free."

The cat almost chuckled. "Mate." He started. "You and ya boys couldn't guard an anorexic from diabetes. We ain't paying for shit."

Even the wolf, with his straggly eyes, was beginning to work up such a growl that foam began forming around his teeth.

The cheetah stared at Bandit, then switched onto Mortar, than back on bandit. "Fine. We'll leave. Consider it a late birthday present. But on one condition."

"And what's that?"

A yellow-furred finger pointed right at Mortar. "I get the thing that bear-boy's got tucked into his pants."

Ryan could tell that this was a stupid idea of leverage, more just to push Bandit's patience and try to assert as much dominance as that annoying little cheetah could muster.

The cat, obviously looking very eager for a morning-coffee, sighed. "Fine," He turned to the bear. "Fork it over, mate."

The bear hesitated, silently shaking his head.

Bandit sighed. "I'm sorry, Mortar."

Mortar reluctantly dug into his pants...

... and out emerged his teddy bear.

The entirety of group D began to howl so hard with laughter that a few started quite literally rolling the ground. Tears were shed, knees were slapped. The cheetah jumped up and down like a kid in a candy shop, pointing at Mortar's teddy bear in absolute disbelief.

The bear's face was stern.

Kyle was howling with his own laughter, but he was quickly shut up as the dark bird on the other side of him punched him so hard in the head it damn near knocked that fox out.

The snarling wolf frowned.

The hyena shook his head, "Poor lad." He said softly.

The bird coughed sympathetically.

The cat stared at the ground, his ears bent back out of embarrassment.

The coyote, oh, the coyote's eye twitched as he stared at the cheetah. Blood of my blood of my blood-

The cheetah, in between fits of laughter, managed to summon enough words to command his guards to go and retrieve the teddy bear from Mortar's outstretched paw.

Soon, the cheetah held the tiny brown paw in his paws. He played with it roughly. "How cute." He said, which apparently deserved another roar of laughter from the rest of his camp. "A big bear, with a _little _bear. Would be a shame if I... whoops." Using the glass shard, he beheaded the little bear. Its head fell to the dirt, bleeding out its white stuffing.

Mortar's mouth dropped. So did Ryan's.

The cheetah dangled the limp torso in his paws, before he stuck a finger down it. "Huh," He said. "Not a bad flesh-light." The boys in his camp howled.

All sorts of things were happening to Ryan. His stomach lurched. His eyes twitched. He had a sudden hunger... oh christ, save me and savour me, save me and savour me-

The coyote walked forward.

Flack tried to pull him back, but the canine was suddenly scarily strong. "Mate, what you doing?!" He whispered, eyes wide.

Ryan couldn't hear him above the red mist that was quickly clouding all of his senses. Blood of my blood of my blood of my blood of my blood of my blood

All of Bandit and his boys were now staring at the coyote as he swiftly he paced his way up the cheetah with a crazy look in his eyes.

Blood of my blood of my blood of my oh god please fucking save me my boy, just save me, save me and savour and savour and savour

Even the arrogant cheetah was beginning to notice that something wrong. "Uh, you good there buddy?" He said, his finger still down the teddy bear.

No, our canine protagonist was most fucking certainly 'not good'. He was so hungry for flesh that he was actually grinning, panting like a horny dog.

Even the guards in Camp D didn't feel like fucking with whatever the hell that canine had become. All they could do was get out of Ryan's way as he approached.

The coyote, paws shaking, eyes twitching, mouth drooling, face grinning stood... suddenly stood eerily still, bent down slightly as if he were about to pounce.

"U-Um."

Ryan snapped his fangs forward and ripped the cheetah's full ear off.