All you can think about is the fact that it's huge...nothing else. Something so big shouldn't exist. You're just smaller than one of it's toes and, by-George, it's loud. Right now it's only humming in curiosity at you. But you don't want to find out if it wants you as a snack, or if there is any good intention behind this. You stand up and get ready to run, well, running is the best option. The minute you start pumping your legs, you've barely moved an inch, a giant hand swipes you up and holds you close against it's head. A giant, humanoid fox?
"What are you?" The fox says quite low, by the voice you can tell the fox is...
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