It is often forgotten that humans are animals, yet there are moments where that false separation blurs into nothingness. A fruit, picked from a tree can be seen just as a corpse. A house built with wood and rock is just another den.
Early morning, where the sun had not yet stained the sky, a hunger is what will be the connecting factor. Many hunger, starve, and seek to remove that burden. No matter if human or fox, we all need to eat.
The metal basin catches the orange stains dripping down the chin of the beast. The sweet taste of citrus is mix with iron, for the mistake was forgetting that the canines they use to tear into the sweet flesh can also be used to tear sinew and skin.
What they were eating has become unrecognizable, a heap that will soon cease to exist and be digested like all once living things will be. No matter if it was fruit or meat, the feeling of consuming remains the same and remains delightful.
It was a moment of removing that false separation, yet reminders of that moment remain claws that gripped and tore open the calloused flesh will remain. It will remain when the moment of hunger rears its head again over a metal basin in the darkness of night, and the cycle begins again.