A soft whimper escaped from the creature's mouth.
Nine tails trembled slightly. One of them disappeared, and the remaining eight slowly curled up until they merged into a single, thin, small tail.
"Hiss..." The black-and-white creature on the ground let out a pained sound, its eyes slowly opening.
Its first reaction upon seeing the primeval forest was to curse. "Fuck! Where the hell did that wolf throw me!?"
Scott Sterling had just started to push himself up when he suddenly realized he was in the form of a fox cub.
His heart lurched, and he glanced back.
His original nine tails had become one.
For the Fox Clan, nine tails represent nine lives.
One had disappeared completely, and the remaining eight had automatically merged into one just to wake him from his unconscious state.
He only had one life left.
Scott Sterling stared silently at his single, small tail, trying to change back into his human form.
After several failed attempts, he flopped dejectedly onto the ground.
