Thieves
Chapter 23 - Making Up


A few days later, after yet another night on the roadside in their tent, Sis woke up first, finding him again in Jack's arms. Clumsily he wriggled free of the grip, threw over his jacket and exited the tent. The air was cold and of course it had snowed again during the night. Yawning, he sought for the nearest tree to relieve himself. As though Jack had smelled the fox opening his pants, he came after him.

Unceremoniously the human halted beside the fox, scratching his crotch as he unbuttoned his pants. Somewhere in the middle of doing what one had to do early in the morning, Jack spoke up, "Foxy! Quit staring like that!"

Chuckling, the fox gave him a nudge into the side.

"Oh damnit, foxy!" Jack exclaimed, shaking off the last drops. "Now I misspelled Jack!"

Still laughing, Sis shook his head, "Put that thing back in before it freezes off and start to pack our things. I'll see what's left for breakfast."

"But I can't," Jack protested. "My fingers are numb from the cold. I guess I need your help, foxy."

"Well. Guess your fingers ain't the only thing that will get numb from the cold then," Sis mocked and went for his backpack.

Jack stuck out his tongue, "You're such a spoilsport-fox, ya know!"





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