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Welcome to Warrington Abbey. It was possibly a greater lie than Teàrlach had even told himself. Welcome? He certainly did not feel welcome at all. As he'd made his way through the grounds on the cobblestone walkway to the actual abbey, he'd noticed eyes on him. Friars, caretakers, and a conglomeration of the families that lived outside the abbey's walls had lined up to look at him, their faces moving to whisper into each other's ears in a low, but distinct rumble. Whatever they were saying, it certainly wasn't friendly, not from the looks on their faces.

The mixture of mice, voles, hedgehogs, squirrels, moles, and otters would glare at him before leaning in to whisper into each other's ears. Of course, the low rumble slowly started to turn into a more audible grumble. The faces in the crowd contorting into snarls and bared teeth. A few of the children mixed into the group were actively gripping their parent's legs, looks of fear in their eyes. The remainder began to join in their parent's rumblings.

"Looks like you've caused quite the commotion, lad," the greying hare spoke as he turned to look at Teàrlach. The todd let out a snort as he just kept walking forwards. "So much for a welcome," he murmured under his breath, actively ignoring the crowd and the lapine ahead of him. Teàrlach was determined to get inside the abbey, mostly to get away from the crowd, but also just so he could finally relax. He certainly had questions, but the only one that came to mind was, what happened to make them so afraid of foxes?

It probably had something to do with the darker times, when the barons ruled and the crowns were inept. Yes, there were plenty of high born foxes, many of whom had been barons. Then again there were just as many, if not more, low born ones. But the creatures that lived here were mostly small mammals, creatures that could never match the strength of a vulpine without numbers. And then, it hit him. Not the answer at all, but a very moldy and rotten tomato.

It was the first dying fruit to fly towards him, and it certainly wasn't the last, and in all honesty, it wasn't the only moldy thing either. Tomatoes, apples, onions, bread, garlic, literally anything within arm's reach began arching towards the fox. Most of the rotting food landed around him, but there were a few lucky hits. And when the food ran out, they looked for other things to throw.

When the first tomato hit Teàrlach, he knew the crowd would turn into a riot. He'd seen this happen before when his lords had visited the village. His clan had always been banner men to Clan McCloud, but it didn't mean that they always sided with their decision. On once such occasion, Connell McCloud had made the mistake of visiting Teàrlach's clan after breaking off the marriage between Connell's son and the leader of the clan's daughter. The gathering had gone from tense to riotous quickly, with many of the clan members arrested for throwing things at their Baron. And the crowd around him was no different.

Teàrlach was snapped out of his memory of the riot by a strong hand wrapping around his bicep. "Come on, lad," the old hare yelled at him as the crowd turned more boisterous. The lapine was a lot stronger than Teàrlach had initially anticipated. It felt like mere milliseconds between the iron grip on his right arm before being tossed, quite unflatteringly, towards the half open oaken doors of the abbey.

The fox was off his feet for a brief moment in time before his toes managed to press on the cobblestone once more. There was no way Teàrlach would be able to maintain his balance, not by a long shot, so the fox crashed down onto his knees right beside the small opening. The todd tried to get back up, stumbling here and there, and eventually giving in and crawling towards the entrance. The vulpine reached out a hand, and that was when it happened.

A massive black arm shot out from the crack in the door. Clawed fingers wrapped around the neck of his shirt, grabbing the fabric good and tight before yanking him forwards through the entrance. He was through the door in a blur of motion. The strong arm extending and the clawed fingers unraveling even as the fox was still moving. Teàrlach flew through the air in a very flat arch to belly flop right on the cold stone floor. The impact knocked whatever wind had remained in him as he lay there looking more akin to a throne rug than a fox.

Teàrlach's ears rung like the friars calling for Sunday Mass as starts dotted his vision. He could distantly hear voices behind him. They spoke in perfectly normal tones, but from the ringing they might as well have been talking into a stein. It was somewhat clear though, that they were talking about him. What else would they talk about? His mere presence had started a riot, so he was now the topic of the day.

His daze was cut short however. A slow pang of pain began to rush through his chest, making the todd shut his eyes and bite his lower lip. Teàrlach rolled over onto his back, one paw moving to grip the spot where it hurt, which only made the pain worse. His eyes opened wide as he gasped out, losing his breath once more as his rib cage felt more spongey than normal. And then it hit him. He'd cracked a rib. Not one rib, multiple ribs.

The gasp of pain started to turn into genuine screams as his eye shut tight. The fox rolled over onto the only side that didn't hurt. Teàrlach's started to curl up as he let out painful cries and whimpers, eyes starting to easily tear up. He could hear feet running towards him, claws crackling on the stone. Someone bent over him. "Where are you hurt, my boy," the voice called into his ear. "Ribs! God! My ribs! Broken," the todd was barely able to talk between the pained cries and whimpers.

"Willa," the voice snarled at someone, Teàrlach couldn't exactly tell where. "What? You told me to get him inside and that's exactly what I did. Don't be mad at me for what he caused. Bloody fox. He should have just kept going rather than stop here," this person named Willa retorted in obvious disgust, "Foxes haven't been welcome here in generations."

"Willa, that's enough," another voice joined in, "You can see from his clothes that he's not from around here, Willa. There's no way he could have possibly known we don't like his kind."

"Ignorance is no excuse," Willa retorted with a snarl.

"It doesn't matter anyhow. You caused him to break his ribs. That means he is going to be your responsibility while he's here," the new voice said commandingly.

"Fine, but you know I'm not a healer. I'll watch him, I'll feed him, but I can't heal him," the woman said.

"I'll have Father Aldred look after him for now. But after that, he is your responsibility," the man replied.

"Of course, Ian," Willa said in surrender before reaching down to pick up the todd and throwing him over her shoulder.

Teàrlach let out a scream in pain and in surprise as he was tossed over Willa's shoulder as if he had been a sack of potatoes. But at least this time, he finally got to see what his savior looked like. What he saw took his breath away, or was that her shoulder. Honestly, it was hard to tell.

Willa, as she was called, was a badger. Like most badgers, she anything but small. From shoulders to ankles her dress was designed to demurely cover and conceal, but it could not conceal her full curves which filled and stretched the loose dress with every movement. The badger's hips were wide, and her body curved like a succulent ripe pear. Her belly was perfection itself; it was round, but not too much so, forming a series of two small circles from just below her breasts down to her thick thighs. At least that was what Teàrlach assumed. He did know one thing though, her breasts were large and plump. The two beautiful full melons gently sloping down from her collar bone to rest just above her belly button. They swayed back and forth as she moved like two massive soft pendulums. From what the fox could tell, her rump was plump, but not overly so. Unfortunately, that was the end of what Teàrlach could see as he was tossed over Willa's shoulder., but it didn't mean he couldn't imagine the rest of her.

When Willa tossed Teàrlach over her shoulder, the fox's belly landed right onto her collar bone. Although the wind was knocked out of him, the todd had to admit that he was lucky the badger made sure he landed on his bellybutton rather than on his ribs. It certainly knocked the wind out of him, but he wasn't in any pain as she carried him towards the infirmary.

"You're lucky fox," the badger snarled at him, "Ian is letting you stay till you're healed. If I were running things, I would throw you out in the morning."

Teàrlach let out a grunting chuckle as he looked down at the floor, and the curve of Willa's backside, "I guess I'm just really lucky then." The badger snarled as her ears splayed against her head. "If you plan on staring at my arse," she paused as she finally stopped in the infirmary, "then you can watch it as I leave."

Her massive clawed hands gripped Teàrlach's body and threw him down on the cot. The todd bounced a few inches into the air before falling completely flat on his back, his legs and arms splayed at his side as his head began to rest on the pillow. Willa snorted as she turned around and march out. She was right about one thing though, Teàrlach's eyes were fixated on her backside as he watched her hips sway back and forth as she left.