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they worked this way. one by one germanicus routed the foxes. they ran beneath his legs, along the wall, their tails bobbing under his chest and chin.

he had found the den, a small archway between two narrow walls. he hesitated. the place was restrictive even for him.

he pushed his shoulders there. red dust feathered down upon his hackles. the imperator reached into the den.

there was the shrieking of young foxes and then nothing.