Blackfeather Woods Chamber of Secrets

The female behind him had been largely unimportant to Damien until she decided to make her first mistake. She opened her idiotic mouth. And on top of it, the faintest hint of judgement in her voice was anything but ignored by Damien. If there was one thing he did not like was to be judged.

Damien's eyes fell upon the female with such severity that they might have popped out any second. He did not speak a word, for his face was saying everything. He did not want another den. He did not want a better, larger, golden den. And he never asked for her stupid oppinion.

"Get out of my lawn!" suddenly snarled the red dwarf, and that was when Damien went full into it. He was quick to snatch the fox by it's snout, leaving him to rely on it's claws. The entrance was wide enough for Damien's head to come in, but the rest of his body would never make it. He pulled the squeaking little beast out of the hole, and placing his paws on top he shook his head with full strength, thus breaking it's neck and leaving it's frightened wife inside with two helpless kittens to protect. Damien got several scratches from the fox, some of them deeper than he would have wanted, but they meant nothing to him. They would heal. And he'd just gotten himself a new addition to his secret collection.

Licking his bloodied lips, Damien lifted his head to look inside the den, but couldn't decide on what the rest of the fox family's fate would be.