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Disclaimer - This is a story that contains vulpine elements of frisky foxes doing what they do best. If you are uncomfortable with the idea of _vulpes vulpes_and a man in strange transformative and erotic situations then this is simply not the story for you. (This is pornography. Please do not read this if it would be illegal for you to do so.)

Saving the Silver Foxes

Ajax was finally going to do something big for The Coalition. Raising donations was important, and he knew that participating in the protests was key to raising public awareness, but being one of the radicals, the real shakers and movers of the whole Animal Rights movement was what really motivated him.

And now it was all set. It almost seemed too easy. He had plane tickets direct to Irkutsk and a rental car lined up on the other side. After his mission was successful, he'd take the Trans-Siberian express line to Moscow to avoid attention before flying back to Alaska the next day. It was finally his chance to do some real good in the world, and his chest swelled with pride as he was given the dispatch by the Coalition.

This facility had been raising silver foxes for their fur since Soviet times. They had some kind of selective breeding program going on, probably to deform and cripple the animals so long as they could sell their bloody skins to fashionistas and other bourgeoisie slobs. It was a large facility with at least a few hundred animals confined in a small area; their wild instincts denied as they were bred into a life of suffering and slavery.

Going though the airport just reminded him of old family vacations, and Ajax was kind of let down that he didn't feel like James Bond as he slogged his way through airport security. His passport had come back fresh from the Russian consulate, and his visa was in order. And so, after an hour or so of queuing, he was on his way to the great arctic expanse of Siberia under the guise of a simple tourist.

The flight was terrible, and he was stuck next to an overweight woman trying to keep her children from bickering in a language that he didn't even understand. And he had the misfortune of getting the window seat. Even the ear-buds from his Apple I-phone could not dull the constant squabbling of the family, or the uncomfortable pressure of the woman's arm seeping over her armrest against him. He just had to stay calm and keep reminding himself that he was doing this for a good cause.

Irkutsk international airport was actually quite easy to navigate. Most of the signs started with English, and there were colored lines on the floor to lead him through customs. It's not like he was carrying much with him, just his dufflebag, some extra pairs of clothes, a box of granola bars, and a North Face jacket. As he walked out of the airport toward his rental company he realized that he might not have needed to spend the two hundred dollars on the new jacket. Even though this was Siberia, the summer air was actually quite pleasant.

And then he was on his way, driving through the Russian countryside towards his enemy's remote location in an AutoVAZ SUV. He had a twelve hour gap in which the compound was unattended; the Coalition had been one hundred percent sure on this; they had sources on the inside. The Siberian landscape was not how he imagined it to be at all. Everything was lush and green, and the sky a bright crystal blue that lit up the rocky landscape.

Following his GPS, it only took Ajax around three hours to reach his destination, and his adrenalin surged as he approached the chain-link fence gate covered in funny backwards letters. But at the bottom was a little silhouette of a stylized fox. He'd made it!

They didn't even have cameras here, and due to some kind of state holiday, the entire compound would be abandoned. He bet the poor animals were just starving inside, locked up in tiny and cruel cages as they had to start cannibalizing their own dead just to survive.

Ajax had a very vivid imagination.

Climbing over the fence was simple, he'd done this to the fences in his old neighborhood all the time at home. Even the barbed wire didn't give him much of a problem, even if it ripped up his jeans a little bit. There was still quite a walk before he got to the compound proper, and the forested road was pleasant and lush, no doubt concealing a terrible core of corruption. Looming in the distance, the farm seemed sinister to Ajax, although it did have a certain scientific cleanliness to it mixed with a strange rustic charm.

As he approached the first building, his anger rose. He could hear the padding around of the foxes in their heavy gauge wire cages. As he got closer, he noticed that the cages were not particularly small, nothing like the horrors of the poultry industry, but still, a terrible place for a wild animal he concluded. The black and silver coated animals snarled and lunged at him as he walked in, but everything was just as the Coalition told him it would be. There were no locks, and so he carefully undid the first latch, and stepped back as, like a bolt of black lightning, the fox returned to nature.

He was making progress, mind filled with imagined congratulations as he thought about reporting back to the Coalition while watching each animal depart silently into the surrounding forest. According to the officers, a chain-link fence meant to dissuade humans would do little to keep the beautiful animals from returning to the wild. They'd even help repopulate the declining natural population. Gah, even with the fresh pine chips laid down below the cages, the smell of all of these foxes in the same place was a little overwhelming.

There was one sullen animal half way down the row that wouldn't approach the exit, even after he had opened it. He tried to coax it out before swearing and drawing his arm back in pain as the sharp vulpine teeth sank into his arm before the gray furred fox bolted. Gah, he should have expected that. He had some disinfectant in his bag, and he'd get to it later. At least it didn't look like it was bleeding that much. He doubted that the Russians would bother looking for any kind of DNA evidence anyways. After a few more snarls even that reluctant vixen took off towards the treeline as he opened all of the two hundred cages and moved on to the next long open air enclosure filled with its pungent animal smell.

This was odd. These animals were lounging around in their cages, and as he approached there was not a single aggressive reaction like there had been previously, but rather an array of wagging fluffy tails, bright eyes, and excited yips. What had they done to these poor animals!? He flicked open the latch on the first cage only to have a quickly panting fox stare out at him, nosing gently against his arm as he drew back quickly. He'd learned his lesson from the last snarling bunch.

Ajax was sure the animal would run off eventually, it was probably just disoriented by the freedom. The next few cages had similar results though, and when he opened up one of the larger ones full of multiple excited inhabitants one of the foxes quite literally jumped out into his arms. He dropped the black and gray ball of muscle and fur as soon as possible, he didn't want to be bitten again, but instead of running off, it simply sat at his legs and panted happily. Some of the other foxes were now hopping out of their cages, milling about in a furry mob and sniffing around his legs, occasionally licking at where the barbed wire had scraped up his jeans, their hot tongues brushing against his flesh and making him jump every time.

About halfway down the row, it was getting harder and harder to walk. He'd tried shooing the happy vulpines away, but they'd just press in against his fingers as if wanting to be brushed. What was wrong with these foxes! They were wild animals, and they were being treated so poorly, he'd seen all of the videos that the Coalition sent out. Maybe they were drugged or something . . . That was probably it, something that would dumb down their natural instincts . . .

He slogged his way through the rest of the cages, popping the latches as the foxes played and ran around him in joyous circles, their nails scrabbling against the concrete and their tongues lolling happily. Just at the last one, he caught his foot on a bounding tod, and went toppling to the ground, cursing as he scraped up his palms. He looked up and his eyes widened in terror as a thirty pound solid black bolt of kinetic energy darted in right for his jugular. Ajax scrabbled back as the little animal began to huff and lick at his chin, soon followed by the sniffing noses of the other hundred or so foxes, piling up against each other just to get a good close look at the interloper. Their noisy panting was much faster than a dog's and instead of barking they let loose odd high pitched garbled yips and ululations.

"Agh!" he giggled inadvertently at the amorous contact. "Get off!" He tried to push them away, but for every fluffy wagging body he repulsed, two more inquisitive animals took its place. Standing awkwardly, he shouted down at the myriad wriggling animals as their ears twitched and followed his voice. "Go! Be free!" A few heads cocked to the sides as he continued. "Come on, just get out! Boo! Gaaaaaah!" A few excited yipes responded to his attempt at a scary noise.

"Well? What, are you all going to follow me? Fine then, just come right this way . . ." The whole pack of foxes trailed after him like he was their intrepid leader, or he was some kind of giant toy. Really, they just seemed completely unperturbed by the fact that he himself was not a fox at all. Even after he left the compound behind him, the foxes stayed close, sometimes running underfoot and making him stumble. Even stepping on a few really did nothing to dissuade them.

God, all this liberating was making him hot. Siberia really wasn't as bad as it was cracked up to be. What was he going to do with all of these foxes though? He pondered over the problem as he took off his expensive jacket. They were obviously not suited to a life in the wild . . . but maybe he could just get them out of the compound and they would be able to adapt. He really didn't want to just let them all die . . . they really were pretty cute. Going off into the forest a bit just to be sure, he paused to think, taking a seat and breathing heavily as the foxes all jumped up on his legs and sniffed at his face.

The foxy animal reek had followed them out of the compound. Ajax had thought originally that it was just the scent of confined animals in unsanitary conditions, but even out here in the open air they still had a slightly offensive musk about them. It was hard to be angry at the animals though, they just seemed to be filled to the brim with unbridled exuberance, and he decided to reach out and scratch a vixen's silvery hindquarters until she rolled over and he found himself giving her a belly rub while she wriggled against the ground.

Sniffing, he considered. The smell really wasn't that bad. He'd lived with dogs as a kid and it wasn't all that different. Just a little spicier, like crisp autumn leaves in the fall. A particularly adventurous fox from behind him jumped up against his back, letting his paws rest on Ajax's shoulders as his hyperactive panting grew closer to his ears and the animal nuzzled against his neck and chirped softly. Reaching around behind him, the man scratched his fingertips against the fox's head as it lapped against his ears with cute little warm strokes.

In retrospect, it didn't seem so bad that they were keeping these foxes in cages because they were wild animals, but instead because they should be out playing with people. They all seemed perfectly domesticated, and he wondered why they even had to keep them in cages at all. If they just left them out the furry creatures probably wouldn't go anywhere, and he could see they loved the exercise as they all frolicked around him, bushy tails waving in a sea of black gray and white.

Their vocalizations that had sounded so high and sharp initially were now growing on him, and it was odd the way he was becoming able to differentiate them all just by their jubilant cries: The playful yip of a vixen and the grumbly purr of a tod. Their sounds were also oddly easy to track with his ears as they pivoted atop his head with the furry eager fox still licking up their velveteen sides.

Obliviously, Ajax sat there, an odd wordless irrational exuberance building up within him as he ran his hands through silky fur and let soft black noses butt against his skin. Really, these foxes just wanted to run and sniff and play, perhaps obtain the occasional belly rub. Was that really too much to ask for? Absentmindedly his hand began to rub slowly against the fabric of his thin undershirt while a dark furred duo of wriggling curiosity pushed their front paws up on his legs, making needy little huffing noises as they panted and licked at his face.

He closed his eyes and raised up his head, laughing as they both licked over his chin. This was just like having an over-amorous dog, except they seemed so much easier to relate to. His mind felt nice, oddly at home as he stroked their heads, rubbing gregariously over their big soft black ears as he lowered his head a bit. "Ohh, who's a good foxy. Yeah, that's right. Awwwww," he teased as the foxes licked excitedly over his moving lips while he murmured.

It was almost like he'd been with these foxes all his life, and he could read them like a book. Some had their tails held imperiously high, while others were wriggling theirs in mock battles and some just bolted around because they liked to run. It really was amazing how expressive the foxes were. Even their scents were all distinctive, and hardly as repugnant as he first found them. He was beginning to be able to tell them all apart as individuals, and although he didn't have a name for any of them, he could tell their sex and temperament at a glance . . . and a sniff.

His nose was darkening unseen to him, tip turning back and growing leathery and cold, perfect for smiling their vulpine eagerness. The man's lips were also thinning down and darkening, but Ajax either didn't care or simply did not notice as he played with the racing animals, bending in over them, even daring to pick a particularly wily vixen up in his arms and bury his face in the soft animal smelling fur of her belly. She wheezed in bliss and nipped at his ears as they began to twitch atop his head.

Others from the vulpine brigade were tugging at his shirt curiously, wondering what it was, and what it was doing on a fox. As he let the fluffy vixen go, he tried to explain. "No, it's not fur. This is my shirt. Well, I guess it is kind of like fur . . . just not quite as nice and silky, or warm, or pretty . . ." He thought about it. It was fairly warm outside, and he didn't really need to wear a shirt. Ajax was really not sure why he wore one in the first place. He struggled out of the thin blue covering and tossed it to his curious audience. In a rush it was grabbed and flaunted about, stolen and tugged at playfully as the foxes experimented with their strange new toy.

Looking down at himself, Ajax wondered why he ever wore that ratty old thing. His own fur was just that much nicer, all glossy black and smooth against his fingers. He even had a nice little gray patch on his chest where his coat was the fluffiest. Odd that he had forgotten about it. No one back at the Coalition had ever complimented him on his fur like the foxes were, they just loved to lick and nip and praise him, pushing in from all sides to brush against his luscious fuzzy pelt.

But there was so much he seemed to have missed about these foxes. It was so absentminded of him to ignore them. They'd been locked in separate cages for so long, all the tods were sniffing around the vixens and the vixens themselves were strutting about with playfully sultry poses. He understood the appeal completely, those heady female scents swimming into his senses. Hmmm, even the tods smelled nice, so deep and earthy as they pranced about.

Ajax looked around in puzzlement as he tried to figure out what was wrong, and it took him a second. Something was clenched around the ends of his hind legs, and it just felt very strange. He didn't like it at all. Prying off his shoes he thought to himself. Did he really put those on? What a foolish thing to do, and gah, they smelled terrible, even as he pried them off of his feet. And there were little thin ones underneath. What a dunce he must have been.

After he peeled them off, his feet became another tourist attraction for the inquiring foxes. Four of them wagged and sniffed about, unusually attracted to his toes. They lapped and nibbled in with unbridled curiosity, and Ajax wondered what was happening. His digits seemed wrong somehow, swelling slowly into dark padded paws as his nails condensed into blunt claws under the hot licks. Everything seemed as it should be though, his ankles were pulled back nice and taut, just like they were supposed to be, maybe not quite right, but that must just be a trick of the light, his legs were lithe and covered in brushy black fur, just like a fox's should be.

His fellow foxes piled in around him as he got down on his hands and knees, he didn't know exactly why he had been standing up on his hind legs for so long, maybe a trick to amuse the vixens or impress the tods. It felt good to be back on all fours though, and he let a few tails brush over his shoulders as he began to wag . . . or, tried to. Jeeze, something was wrong, his legs _still_had something caught on them. He rolled over on his back, tugging at the thicker material with his sharp teeth, and the others helped him do it, yanking off the offending garment and then the thinner smaller thing underneath it.

Ajax panted happily, muzzle stretching forwards as he licked across his chops with his long pink tongue. It was so nice to be outside, especially with all of these friends to play with, and he got to his paws and wagged his . . . wait a second . . . Looking back, he found that he was missing his tail! The lack of its reassuring weight startled him, attracting the attention of a trio of tods who huffed and sniffed around his backside.

Indeed, the consensus was a severe lack of tail, but according to the others this was not an irreparable thing. Ajax arced his back up as a cold nose pressed in against his ass, followed by a hot tongue that scraped up with glowingly excited licks. The first tongue was joined by another, and then a third, all vying for position as they puffed and panted, licking and nibbling as his spine cracked out and began to extend into a sensitive little nub.

As the tods worked behind him, a pack of four lithe vixens strutted up around his sides, and he nuzzled against their fur, taking in their spicy scent even as the males behind him were spreading out their attentions, and two of them were lapping lower, brushing past his tightening balls. The foxy ladies leaned in and sniffed up underneath him, and he gritted his teeth as two leaned in from the sides and began to nuzzle roughly against his chest. They were soon followed by the others and the simple nosing was replaced by careful teasing tugs and nips as they made him feel sensitive in a way that he had never considered before.

His stub of a tail was flickering now, showing off his furry black butt and the taut fuzzy skin of his vulpine testes. The rumbly mostly white tod behind him gently grasped his tail in his teeth and pulled, stretching it out with a series of halting cracks and then licking around the base as the man's foxy scent began to form with a new deliciously vulpine reek. The wriggling tip took on a silky white color as if fluffed out in the tod's mouth, making him cough and sputter cutely. The other two licked up past his balls, muzzles poking between his back legs as they lapped up either side of his stiff member.

The females licked and prodded, raising up little pink nubs on his chest surrounded by his silky undercoat. But they didn't stop there, continuing to gnaw until the flesh pressed out ever so slightly into taut feminine teats that they teased and rubbed their whiskery muzzles against until they ran all the way down his chest in two separate rows.

Ajax's new tail stood up and shook as the two hot balmy muzzles lapped in at the base of his cock, teasing up a roll of fuzzy flesh around it as the rod began to taper and recede. He could smell the scent of his own vulpine lust as his skin thinned down into its proper glistening red and his pointed throbbing tip leaked out a dab of foxy lust that was rubbed into the fur of their cheeks as his member pulled back, pulsing with every inch until all that remained outside of his loose sheath was the proper eager vulpine tip.

The vixens were mostly done, but stayed around to nuzzle and lick at his changing front paws, suckling on his fingers and lapping out against his palms as they swelled and bulged into cute little paws. His changing nails clicked off of their eager teeth as they continued with seemingly unflappable eagerness. A pink tongue and panting muzzle even lapped up at the punctures left in his arm by the mean fox from earlier, and he churred out his thanks as she tended to his wound.

One particularly coy female sauntered around behind him and sniffed at the work left by the males. She could smelly their smoky scent left behind, mixed with the powerful musk of the new fox, but he was missing something. . .

She pressed in through the tods, and gave him a lusty sniff before running her careful pink tongue up past his testes with barely constrained enthusiasm before she began to lap and lick in against him with steady pressure. Ajax's ears perked up as he felt his skin grow hot and sensitive. Every time her tongue lapped and scraped across his fuzzy taint the feeling increased. He wriggled and writhed, letting loose a foxy yip that turned into a vixen's cry as she sank slowly into the pink ribbon of flesh that formed there.

His new vulva pulsed and swelled as she nuzzled at the hot fresh lips. As she lapped in deeper, his forming insides clamped down around her, pulling her panting tongue in deeper inside his writhing passage as his scent was magnified, joined by a fiery female tone that perfectly complemented his savory maleness. Wriggling and clenching as he yowled, all the other foxes watched his hair stand on end as she shoved in further and his pussy lips welled out into their proper spade-like vulpine shape. Then the sultry vixen behind him pulled her hot pink tongue out, sliding down and nibbling at the bottom of his new organ as the pulsing nub of his quivering clitoris was raised up with a delightfully rough flourish of her hot tongue.

There was a brief caesura as the hundreds of foxes around him all stared in at the yipping yowling new member in their midst. It was hard to tell if he was a vixen or a tod, but both parties seemed to be quite interested in him, and as they took in his wonderfully dual natured scent, there began an amorous sniffing of tails and nibbling of ears. Tods sniffed around behind vixens, but not just that, there were tods lapping at the bulging sheaths of other tods. The vixens weren't to be outdone either, and some of them lay atop each other, yowling and screaming out as they spread each other's hot swollen folds wide with busy pink tongues.

The smell of rising vulpine lust made Ajax's head swim, and his mind raced with delightful possibilities. There were still playful foxes bounding around him, but slowly, more and more of them were settling into more sultry sedentary activities. A familiar black and gray vixen brushed past his fluffy flanks, letting her tail bat against his face as she sashayed in front of him. His ears and whiskers both perked forwards, drawn to her potent scent as he buried his nose against the base of her tail and rapidly sniffed in her blazingly detailed lust.

Slowly, his hanging tongue began to lap out almost instinctively, brushing past soft smooth flesh as he scraped across her taut vulva. He couldn't help himself as he pressed his tongue forward, spreading her warmth around him as he sank into her clenching passage and then pulled back, licking his chops with his tingling tongue and then shoving in again. Her cute little silvery ass wriggled as he nibbled at her clit and rasped his tongue in and out of her squeezing flesh one last time as she looked back over her shoulder and mewled out her desire.

And who was he to refuse her? Ajax pressed himself up, chin sliding over her haunches as his hind legs tensed and dug into the forest floor. As he was pulling himself forward, he let loose a startled yip as another tod's cold black nose pressed against his own moist femininity. His hips started bucking, but the lusty fox behind him was not dissuaded, scraping forward against his clenched rocking pussy as his tongue slid in and out of Ajax's jostling flesh.

The vixen under him screamed out her frustration as his red hot prick brushed against her thighs and ass, but the tod behind Ajax was monopolizing a good portion of his thought process as his slippery tongue wriggled inside of his clenched puffy female orifice. But even with his absentminded thrusting his attention was ripped back towards the female as he felt the pointed tip of his cock slide just into her lovely moist vulpine cunt. He yowled as his legs braced themselves and he slammed forward harder, feeling his cock begin to engorge and slide out into her clenching hot flesh. It made his tongue loll out of the side of his mouth as he grasped in with his forepaws around her svelte haunches and arched his back for leverage.

But that just gave the tod better access as he ate out that swollen spade until the man's clit pulsed and his femininity ached for more. Ajax was so intent on grinding himself into the grasping female below him that he hardly noticed as the weight of the fox behind him pressed down on his haunches. However, as soon as that carmine tip caught in his waiting folds, he let loose a yowling ululation and lapped out with his tongue, curling up over his cold moist nose as he felt the tod lower himself and begin thrusting faster as his member swelled quickly, pressing further forward into Ajax's ready body with every warm slick shove.

Having his senses divided between his vulpine pride sinking into the vixen under him and the foxy tod making his insides clench and send out shocking waves of pleasure was making Ajax whine in tortuous ecstasy. His cock just felt better and better, pressure building in his testes as he felt her clenching even tighter around him while his knot strained past her lips with a satisfying pop, beginning to inflate inside of her with pulsing tight firmness, straining her femininity both back and forth with his increasingly wild scrabbling shoves.

The tod behind him licked and nibbled at his ears as they flickered, and then gingerly bit down against the ruff of Ajax's vulpine neck. The man felt something squelch into his pussy and then begin to grind tighter and tighter against his insides as the hot bulb of flesh locked them together, making all three of their bodies resonate with every rocking clench of their tight straining muscles. He opened his eyes wide as his slitted pupils dilated and his mouth gasped open while time paused and he saw the myriad foxes laid out around them.

The air was filled with sultry growls and painfully pleasured cries as all of the foxes pleasured each other unabashedly in the crisp clean air of the forest, permeated with their own heady foxish reek. Tails began to wave and paws strained against the ground while the tension in the air built up into a blissful cacophony as Ajax's balls pulled tight, churning and writhing as he screamed out and began to jolt molten hot ropes of seed into the shrieking vixen under him. As he came, his fresh vulpine pussy began to tug and clench wildly around the tod's maleness, making the poor animal pull its head back and clack its jaws open and shut before his member arced up inside of the once-man, pumping his spasming hot clenching passage full of thick hot vulpine seed.

They continued with an incredible demonstration of vulpine endurance, balls clenched tighter and tighter as clear female lust dripped down the back of fluffy female thighs. The heat that flowed between them lit up their senses like a complete circuit, and having his cock tortuously massaged while his pussy clamped around the hot hard shaft of the fox on top of him made Ajax shriek in euphoria as he was catapulted off into the ether of passionate vulpine lust where everything was spelled out in mind searingly intense sensations that bounced around inside him until every last ounce of vigor was delightfully depleted.

The trio flopped to the side after their blazing orgasm had died down to a dull glow, and their bodies heaved, still tied together as they licked across each other's muzzles. The other foxes sprawled around them, bodies exhausted as they began to curl up against each other and drift off into a well deserved foxy nap.

It was quite some time before all of the tods' turgid knots loosened enough for them to pull free from their lovers, but as they did, the various pairs and groups brought themselves together in a warm and furry pile, Ajax nestled in their center, perfectly content as he tucked his nose against his tail and drifted off into foxy dreams surrounded by the comforting warmth of his troop.

* * *

When he awoke, Ajax was surprised to see an interesting sight. Some other new large foxes were rounding all of the group up, or at least trying to as he joined the rest in running and sniffing at their new found playmates. These new foxes were odd though. They seemed very tall, only walking on their hind paws, and covering their bodies in strange draped material that wasn't soft dark fur.

The newcomers seemed like they loved playing though, and they hugged the various foxes that they could, and helped them towards nice open things full of food and water. It was surprising when he found himself shut in a big metal thing, but he didn't hold it against them. His foxy companions explained to Ajax that they could never really understand these massive foxes, but they tried to carouse with them whenever possible.

He wagged his tail as one of the large foxes walked by the door of his cage, panting happily and suggesting that they might play together.

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< July 17th, 2013 - Terrible setback. Both test group and control group were released from enclosures by unknown entities. Only 4 of control group were recovered. Promising results from Test group, all seem to have stayed in close proximity to enclosure, proving location based domesticity.

< July 18th, 2013 - One unknown variable. Possible wild fox, not tagged with RFID chip: however, socialized and apparently domesticated to the point of being friendly. Subject exhibits interesting sexual characteristics, seeming to lack particular dimorphism. Unknown if new subject is sterile, but will run blood tests to help decipher mystery.

< July 19th, 2013 - Many fellow handlers went home seemingly ill after recovery process: slight fever, running nose. Some started to act strangely, sometimes letting a test group subject out of their cage for no discernible reason. While they recover I will tend the experiments. Today, I go to gather samples from the mystery fox. Will hopefully find answers.

<July 20th, 2013>