The muscular orange fox, Blacktooth Darkaura, lay unconcious in the clearing. Pain exploded in his head. He was covered in blood and dirt. His axe Wounds were strewn about his body.
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Blacktooths eyes opened. The last thing he could remember was the Badger Lords spearbutt smash into his chest. He noticed that he was covered in herbs and dockleaves.
""So you're awake!"
Blacktooth gasped. He had not noticed the old mousemaid. He presumed it was she who had brought him here and helped him. He felt around for his axe. It was on the floor, next to him. In a flash, he had the axe above his head, ignoring pain, ready to strike. But somehow, he could not do it. The axe was still there. This person had saved his life! The mousemaid ran away with a squeak. How could he do this? How could he just stand here? He was Blacktooth! A fox! A killer! A Darkaura! He noticed he was in pain, layed down, and went back to sleep.