I saw a play in London, called "Run the Beast Down," by Titas Halder, in which a man starts to believe he is a fox, and starts to hunt rabbits at night. It was freaky!
Every day, when I walk home, I see the urban foxes who come out at night. They are so bold now, they don't even run away. They just watch you pass. I love them. A little bit of wildness.
I love your foxes and fox people. They are magical. :)
Wow, this is very interesting! Thank you !