William decides to head out into the fields, because... Well, why not?
He wades out into the verdant knee-high grass, taking care not to step on whatever might be hiding beneath the cover. Whether it be a monster or a cow-pat, he doesn't want to step on either. After a mile or so into the field without incident, he decides to let his guard down. He's not seen any cows around... Nor has he seen any monsters. In fact, if there were any monsters, they'd probably be too large to hide amongst the grass blades. The fox carries onward, just a bit more nonchalant, but still wary of his surroundings.
Despite being such a supposedly dangerous place, William's finding himself growing rather bored in the Fattening Fields. It's been all of an hour since he'd set off on his aimless quest, and he's spent forty minutes of that hour milling about some empty plains. The orange fox sighs in frustration, but keeps on walking. Might as well, right?
A few hundred feet more reward William with a small "island" out in the middle of this sea of grass. A small bit of raised land lies in front of him, simply made of dirt. Atop this "hill" of three feet is a small boulder and what appears to be an oak tree. He decides that this spot would probably be a good place to take a short break. The fox perches himself atop the boulder and stares out into grassy expanse that he's yet to walk through. He sees grass,,, More grass... A slightly-yellowed patch of grass... Even more grass, and... Hello, what's this?
Out in the distance, William finally sees something vaguely interesting: A pack of dire wolves chasing a deer. The wolves were all quite large, both in terms of weight and overall size. Each wolf appeared to stand about as tall as a horse, with a body length proportional to that... But were also about as wide as they were tall, it seemed. The deer was your standard-sized doe, of course, albeit with a few hundred more pounds of flesh added to its frame. As William watched the spectacle, he noted that this "chase" wasn't much of a chase at all; both the wolves and deer were merely waddling along, getting slower as the seconds passed.
The deer eventually came to a stop as soon as it could no longer stand running, rolling over on its side and panting. This, of course, spelled its doom, as the wolves began surrounding the helpless creature. They each raised a claw into the air and struck the deer wherever they could, making it cry out in pain. At this point, William noted that the wolves' claws were especially interesting: Each paw was colored gold, with purple claws extending from the digits. There were rather long claws, but that was to be expected of a dire wolf.
William wondered if these were the "mutant claws" you'd been told about. As the deer began to swell like bread-dough before the fox's eyes, this was confirmed. The wolves kept jabbing the deer in the gut, and it kept fattening, it's neck becoming lost in rolls of fat along with all of its legs. When the deer had become a giant beige blob, twice as tall as any of the wolves, they were satisfied. William looked on with morbid fascination as the "lead" wolf set to work killing the deer as three others latched onto the deer's mammoth gut, pulling at it as it wobbled and quivered wildly like an overfull sack of gelatin. The doe cried out in pain once more as the leader sank his teeth into her throat to land the killing blow... But failed, as there was far too much fat to bite through.
The wolf kept trying and trying, but couldn't locate the doe's jugular. He eventually gave up and joined the other dire-wolves, taking another section of jiggling, cream-colored belly-flesh and pulling in another direction. The deer kicked her fat-addled legs feebly, but you could tell it was simply giving up as the wolves continued gnawing at her bloated gut, jostling it and jiggling it all about until it tore open bloodlessly. The doe moaned one last time and went still, leaving the wolves to feast upon the vast stores of fat they'd made within her belly.
Not wanting to alert these vicious beasts to his presence, William stayed where he was, watching with a mixture of disgust, fear... And hunger, as the wolves gorged themselves upon the deer's blubbery carcass. As time went on, you could see the wolves themselves swelling with new fat. After what seemed like an hour, the wolves slow in their feasting, each withdrawing from the half-eaten body and plodding a few feet away, where they all collapsed into the grass and fell into a deep sleep.
"Well," William said to himself. "I doubt they'll be bothering me, now."
William lowered himself from his boulder and got ready to set off into the fields once more. Where to? That's a good question.
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