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The feel of warm fur greeted Snowfire's pads as senses returned to him, waking up from his sleep. The fox opened his eyes and saw Hound's muzzle pressed against his paw, his eyes closed in a bliss that only sleep can bring. The memory of the last minute or two of the previous night returned to the fox, the feeling of Hound's lips against his still fresh on the smooth, black skin. Snowfire let his paw stay under Hound's muzzle for a minute, enjoying the feeling, before he softly moved it away.

Hound's head moved forward as Snowfire's paw moved away, seeming to yearn for the touch. Hound shifted in his sleep, moving onto his back with his legs partway into the air. The dog's sheath flopped slightly as he turned over, the tip of his shaft poked out from the small furry pouch. A small drop of pre loomed at the small cum slit at the tip, the white drip ran down the small amount of red meat shown.

Snowfire's eyes lingered on the sheath, his tongue running over his upper lip. Snowfire quickly shook his head, trying to keep his mind clear from dirty images. The fox slowly got up and padded out of the small, wooden shelter, the cold wind of morning ruffling his fur. Snowfire put his paws under his armpits, trying to keep his paws as warm as they were in the shelter. The fox stayed like this for a moment before completely stripping and moving into the crisp, cold water, leaving his clothes near the water.

Snowfire started washing himself in the pond, the water level coating up to his upper half of his hip, the clear water going through his silk white fur as he cleaned himself. After a minute of this he looked over to his shelter and saw Hound slowly pad out of the open door, a yawn opening his canine muzzle.

"Hey Hound," Snowfire said, looking to the German Shepard.

"Hello," Hound replied sleepily.

"You sound like you could do with another hour in bed."

"No, I'm fine." Hound said as Chris and Lucien walked out of their shelter.

"Hey guys," Lucien said.

"Hey," both Hound and Snowfire replied.

"How are you guys feeling?"

"I'm fine," Snowfire replied as he scrubbed his armpit.

"I'm good too," Hound said when he padded over to them.

"That's good to hear," Chris said as he petted Hound.

"Hound come on and cleaned." Snowfire said from the water of the lake

Hound instinctively sat down, pulling one of his legs and stuck his tongue out, ready to start licking.

"No, in the water."

"Must I Master?" Hound asked, his leg moving down to the ground

"Yes, you do."

"Ok," Hound replied as he padded reluctantly to the water, the blue water damping his fur and turned it darker. He only went in until the water was just below his midriff and sat down, putting a paw just above his sheathed shaft and rubbed the weaving fur.

"Now isn't that better?"

"I don't see how this better," Hound mumbled half to himself.

"The water is cleaner than your tongue, Hound." Snowfire said.

"Come on, I think you're both clean enough. We need to get ready," Chris said.

"Ready? For what?" Snowfire asked.

"Me and Chris talked last night before we went to sleep, perhaps we should try getting some stone and ores."

"Isn't that a little advance for us? I mean that we barely have shelters and you want to mine ores?"

"Well we don't need to start getting ores today, we just want to start that's all." Chris said.

"Well, it would be nice to have stone instead of wood keeping the wind out," Snowfire agreed. "What do you think Hound?"

Hound nodded at the fox, a smile returned to his face.

"It's agreed then," Lucien said.

After an hour or so of preparation they started out on the search for finding a good place to start a mine. No more than twenty minutes of walking through trees and plants Hound started to whimper and stopped in his tracks, his ears going back against his head. Chris and Lucien continued for a few moments while Snowfire stopped just after Hound and looked back to the dog.

"What's wrong Hound?" The fox asked as he knelt next to him.

"Master, there's something bad where we're going." Hound whimpered as he buried his snout into the crack of the fox's armpit.

Snowfire put a paw onto the back of Hound's head and started petting, trying to comfort the whimpering canine. "What bad thing Hound?"

"I don't know, it's just bad." Hound replied, tears forming in his eyes as he moved his snout even deeper into the crack. "Let's go back Master, let's just go back and be warm and safe and alive. I want you to be safe Master, safe with me."

"Hound, it's going to be ok. You're with me and what does that mean?" Snowfire asked in a calm voice.

"I-it means that I'm safe," Hound said.

"That's right, you'll always be safe with me."

"Yeah?" Hound asked, pulling out slowly.

"Yes," Snowfire replied. The fox nuzzled Hound softly, his snout pressed against the dog's own caringly.

"Ok, let's go." Hound said, pulling out of the loving nuzzle after a few seconds.

Snowfire got up and started to walk to the other two, Hound alongside him. As they got to Chris and Lucien the fox reached down after a moment and started to scratch Hound's head, his nails scrapping against the long fur tuft between the two large ears. After five or so minutes the towering blackness of smoke became apparent to the four of them, its tainted form pressed against the blue of the sky. Chris slowed down for a second or two when he saw the towering smoke, memories filling his mind, before he blocked them out and sped up again, gaining up to the others.

* * * *

The black shells of the burnt buildings surrounded the small group, smoke moving up from still burning sections of the village. The smell of fire, smoke and death hung in the air, heavily laying over the area like a mould in the air. Ash covered the brown dirt paths of the village, giving a slightly grey hue to the dirt.

Chris stared wide eyed at the shell he once called home with a small tear forming in the corner. The horse looked down at Hound and asked, "How did you know?"

"I didn't know this village," Hound replied, "I only knew it was bad. Is this village important to you?"

"Yeah, it is." Chris said, looking back up to the burnt remnants.

"Do you mean this was your village, the one that..." Lucien didn't want to say the last part of the sentence.

"Yeah," Chris answered shortly, memories filled his mind like a slideshow that he couldn't turn off.

"You want to turn back?" Snowfire asked.

"No, I better face it now. Anyway, there might be survivors."

"True," Snowfire replied.

They slowly walked through the small streets, the smell of fire and ash grew as they went deeper into the village. They reached a T junction that came to their path, splitting the dirt road into two.

"It'll be better if we split up into twos, cover more ground that way." Snowfire said.

"Yeah, we'll meet back here at sun high." Lucien replied.

The fox nodded to him and started walking down the left path, while Chris and Lucien took the right.

Chris' mind kept bringing up images of the buildings and streets as they went, the images seemed to mould themselves onto the burnt out shells as he walked by them, the village taking on its old shape in the horse's mind for a second before time took a hold of it again. One building took his interest almost instantly, making him stop in mid step.

"What is it?" Lucien asked, looking back.

"I-it's my... my home." Chris stuttered, his eyes tearing up more at the sight.

Lucien went up to the horse and softly hugged him, letting Chris tear up onto his shoulder. After a minute of silent hugging the small sound of weak banging on wood rang from below the old house. Chris and Lucien looked at the building in slight confusion until Chris gasped.

"The Burnwood bunker!" He exclaimed, running into the wreckage.

"What do you mean?" Lucien asked, going after him.

"My father, he was building a bunker from Burnwood. I guess he finished it the day the fire started," he replied as he looked around.

"What's Burnwood?"

"It's a special wood that is really resistant to fire," Chris said as he went over to the edge of the house. The horse started to yank away the burnt pieces of wood to reveal a slightly scorched, green tinted wooden trapdoor. A metal lock connected the metal latch from the trapdoor to the metal one on the floor.

"Do you have something to cut this with?" Chris asked.

"Yeah," Lucien replied, getting out the metal cylinder and giving it to the horse, it extending into a large rod.

"Thanks," Chris said, taking it in hand. He started to break the lock with the cylinder by bashing it against the weakened lock. Two strikes and the lock broke, breaking into two pieces onto the floor. Chris opened the trapdoor quickly and was met by a small equine girl who started to push her hands against Chris' body.

"Wow! Slow down," Chris said as he fought against the smaller horse.

"Get away demons!" The girl shouted as she tried to pound aggainst his chest.

"Will you calm down? We're trying to help you," Chris replied with a stern voice.

The small horse's eyes widened as she heard Chris' voice, "C-Chris?"

Chris stopped as she spoke, his own eyes widening like the smaller horse. "Mylo? Is it really you?"

The small female horse jumped up and put her arms around Chris' neck, a big smile forming on her equine muzzle. "Chris, I can't believe you're alive."

"Me either, I'm so glad." Chris said as he put his own arms around the small horse.

"I am too," Mylo said.

They stayed like this for a moment more until they pulled out of the hug, looking over to Lucien.

"Hello," Mylo said, "Chris who's this?"

"Oh, sorry. Mylo this is Lucien, Lucien this is Mylo."

"Hi Mylo," Lucien said with a wave.

Mylo waved awkwardly back at him, the moves not coming instinctively to her.

"Oh yeah," Lucien put his arm out to the side.

Mylo giggled a little, "That's the masculine tradition, but it's different when done to females."

"How about you show-" Before Lucien could continue the sentence a load gunshot and a scream rang through the ashy air. After barely a second Lucien's eyes widened and he then turned around, "Snowfire!"