...
The night was vast and the wind howled.
Inside the dormitory hall.
The foxes were gathered in circles, either bragging and chatting, sparring in martial arts, or sharing their daytime experiences and insights.
In a circle of a dozen foxes, Quanquan Hu was holding a Bronze Mask in one paw and a file in the other, polishing the rust off its face.
"Ying ying ying, aow aow aow aow..."
... I'll polish you to look even prettier, so that when you meet the Marquis again, the Marquis will be even happier!
The Bronze Mask beamed with joy and smugness.
Occasionally, it tilted its mouth, squinted its eyes, suggesting to Quanquan Hu that there were areas that hadn't been polished yet.
"Ying ying aow aow aow?"
White Ears and Black Ears also gathered around, pointing with their fox claws, offering suggestions on how to repair it to look even better.
Amidst the squeaking sound of polishing, fragments of rust occasionally scattered.
