The Red Fox: Half Soul
I can't talk, Michael

"Ha! finally-oohh the fox" Michael whose happy face turned sullen drastically. He approached Thomas to release his net trap with a kitchen knife "shit.. I ran out of a good net" After the net was opened Thomas ran straight through the "woah". Michael had no interest in hunting a fox, he only hunted a wolf.

At once the wolf's growl was heard by him "oh no". He had dreamed that this one was a big wolf. He fell silent on standby, then slowly moved around back and forth "uuhh, I. no. I mean-" The wolf was seen in the thicket. Michael became even more frantic "kill you-"

"YAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!"

likewise with Michael who managed to get rid of and run as fast as possible. He did not expect that his trap had really failed. Though he had planned it from far away "This can't happen - oh, hi friends" And of course still delirious when he saw Thomas who also ran with him "Oh forget it. Let's run first!"

Just when the trap was seen in front of him, he took Thomas so that the wolf would not be fooled into him "come here!" He jumped the trap as his wolf almost bit his shirt. The trap managed to hit the wolf's leg until it slipped and fell. The wound on his leg was also quite severe "Ha! Feel it's a loser!". Thomas himself was surprised to see the wolf fall. Reminded himself of Norman who had been hit by such a trap. He squirmed to be released from Michael's sling. But Michael himself refused "hey, hey wait a minute" Thomas so just resigned, I don't know what he wanted to do to him "You're not like a fox in general. And your gaze is like one who understands what I say. Hmm.. You remember me to my brother" His gaze was so flat, lazy to hear what Michael said

"hehehe, ok ok fine" Michael finally dropped it off. Instead of running away, Thomas sat down and cleaned his fur "it's rare for a fox like you to show up here. Oh, by the way, I'm Michael Foxtail. I'm hunting here because I'm looking for wolf skins to sell. Who are you?" Thomas was speechless, he didn't know how he explained his name "oh, can you talk? noot? ah well, what a pity..." He was given a piece of paper by Michael so he told him his name was "well this". And again, he was silent confused how he could write his name "oh yes, I forgot" and then the pencil was given to him "Where? can you use a pencil?" Thomas tried to use his pencil. First he tried to hold a pencil handle but could not. Because both of his small claws are difficult to grasp, so he tried to use his mouth.of course he could write, but not as good as the other words "Thomas, huh. What a good name. Nice to meet you Thomas"

Surprisingly the wolf that was hit by the trap disappeared for no reason. There was no sound that made him disappear. Though a few minutes ago the wolf was still beside them "huh, fortunately he is not your friend wolf right?" Thomas shook his head. The wolf was not as usual. Thomas sniffed the blood of the wolf in his trap "Hey, maybe we should move. uhh.... Would you come with me to help me or separate?"