{"sf1_id":114740,"sf2_id":"0mvLDvk1","title":"Survival of the Fittest- Episode 2","author":"Uniden","words":2910,"posted_at":"2009-12-29T22:03:00.000Z","tags":["Arctic Wolf","Death","Dingo","Fox","German Shepherd","Husky","Mild Violence","Tiger"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/114740-survival-of-the-fittest-episode-2","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/0mvLDvk1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/05/ce/05ce5535-a4f1-4281-bd67-caea289e483a","description":"#3 of Survival of the fitest","content":"\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe wind blew softly throught the snow capped peaks, carrying with it\u0026nbsp;\n\na certain song that brought life to the small outpost nestled into the\u0026nbsp;\n\nvalley. The scenery was truly breathtaking, it almost took the ones\u0026nbsp;\n\nstationed at the outposts' minds off the battles that raged in the\u0026nbsp;\n\nsurroundig countryside. It seemed as though the sounds of the fighting\u0026nbsp;\n\ncouldn't penetrate into the prestine valley and the mountains\u0026nbsp;\n\nsurrounding it. Snow began to fall lightly as a wolf in full winter\u0026nbsp;\n\ngear opened the large metal door to the base. The interroom entry\u0026nbsp;\n\npoint was much like a shed but much more secure to the outside. It\u0026nbsp;\n\nincluded a shelf for last minute gear and metal stairs that descended\u0026nbsp;\n\ndown into the sheer darkness. The wolf lifted the green tinted snow\u0026nbsp;\n\ngoggles off his eyes and stepped down the metal staircase.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe descended down into the darkness, his heavy boots clanking loudly\u0026nbsp;\n\non the metal as they gripped the studded steps. Each one took him down\u0026nbsp;\n\nfurther and further into the darkness, into the depths under the\u0026nbsp;\n\nfrozen tundra. As he stepped down further and further he could hear\u0026nbsp;\n\nvoices of random needs and necessities along with the clanking of\u0026nbsp;\n\nboots on the floor of the underground base. His eyes adjusted to the\u0026nbsp;\n\ndark as he stepped down into the large hall, his boots dripping with\u0026nbsp;\n\nmelting snow creating a small puddle of water on the concrete. He\u0026nbsp;\n\nlooked down the left of the hall and started walking. Despite the rush\u0026nbsp;\n\nof furs that speed back and forth down the hall, he still had a\u0026nbsp;\n\ndemanding presence as he slowly walked down the hall, past the doors\u0026nbsp;\n\nthat led to other layers of the base.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAs he approached the end of the hall, a green glow eminated from the\u0026nbsp;\n\nroom he was heading for along with seemingly random clicks and beeps\u0026nbsp;\n\nthat had no purpose to the untrained ear. But to the wolf he noticed\u0026nbsp;\n\nthat the sounds were tracking something in the area.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe stepped into the room as every fur stood up saluting him.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Haha as you were boys.\" they all returned to their seats as the wolf\u0026nbsp;\n\nwalked through the random equitment and stood infront of a large\u0026nbsp;\n\nscreen that showed the radar. The green neon spinner slowly dragging\u0026nbsp;\n\naround in a circle showing three blips slowly moving towards the\u0026nbsp;\n\ncenter each time the ray passed.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"So where are our boys?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nA fox sitting at a computer underneath the screen looked back. \"Three\u0026nbsp;\n\nclicks out sir.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe wolf cringed at the fox calling him sir. He wasn't much for the\u0026nbsp;\n\nsalutes, the recognition, or the respect that came with his rank. The\u0026nbsp;\n\nother officers didn't take to him due to his tough and secluded nature\u0026nbsp;\n\nand the normal soldiers didn't think he was one of them with his high\u0026nbsp;\n\nrank. The only crew that would even consider him was Tyson's crew of\u0026nbsp;\n\nsoldiers. The wolf nodded and looked down at the fox.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Chris, gear up your comin with me.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe smaller fox looked up at his commanding officer. He hadn't had\u0026nbsp;\n\nmuch field training and he wasn't the first pick for missions. He\u0026nbsp;\n\nwasn't timid at the least, but he was smaller than many in stature and\u0026nbsp;\n\nvery weak looking \u0026nbsp;He jumped out of the chair sending it twirling\u0026nbsp;\n\nsoflty around as he took his place next to the wolf. As they walked\u0026nbsp;\n\nout of the service bay, Chris had his big white tail swaying happily\u0026nbsp;\n\nbehind him. He was a white fox who's paws and the tops of his ears\u0026nbsp;\n\nwere colored with black fur. The two made their ways to the foxes\u0026nbsp;\n\nquarters as the wolf ran his paw through the white scruf on the foxs\u0026nbsp;\n\nhead playfully.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Dress warm it's cold out there.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe fox nodded and headed into his quarters.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe snow lessened the landing of the dingo as he and his troops\u0026nbsp;\n\nlanded, theirs chutes landing on the frozen tundra behind them.\u0026nbsp;\n\nUnhooking the packs from their backs and headed to the nearby treeline\u0026nbsp;\n\nas Tyson pulled out a terrain map. It's blue lines showed every\u0026nbsp;\n\nmountain and every valley in altitude as his paw traced alon the\u0026nbsp;\n\nprinted paper. Following down a contured valley till he hit a red dot\u0026nbsp;\n\nmarking the entrance to the base.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe looked up to see Kaozoe's green eyes staring hard at him, Fabel had\u0026nbsp;\n\nhis Thompson in the side of his chest ready to go. Tyson shook his\u0026nbsp;\n\nhead and chuckled at the death grip the wolf \u0026nbsp;had on his weapon. He\u0026nbsp;\n\nlooked back to the tiger. His eyes showing his sternness towards the\u0026nbsp;\n\ntopic he was speaking on.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"This is our mark. We are about a mile out so we better get moving.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWith a nod from the crew, Tyson returned the map to the pocket on his\u0026nbsp;\n\nvoice and stood up, his rifle slung over his shoulder. The other two\u0026nbsp;\n\nstood to, but they now both had there weapons cradled into there\u0026nbsp;\n\nshoulders as they started to head north towards the base.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMark sat on the steps to the base, his arctic AP4 in his paws as he\u0026nbsp;\n\nwaited for Chris. His mind couldn't get off the fact that after all\u0026nbsp;\n\nthese years, he would see the pup that so long ago he had to bring to\u0026nbsp;\n\nthe coalition with him. He had watched him grow into one of the best\u0026nbsp;\n\nwarriors in the coalition. He loved him as a brother and now he would\u0026nbsp;\n\nsee him again. He smiles as he closed his eyes.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nA paw patted his shoulder as he opened his eyes to see the fox\u0026nbsp;\n\nstanding before him, his heaviest winter gear on as he tilted his head\u0026nbsp;\n\nsoftly.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"We ready sir?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe wolf sighed as he looked up at his running partner.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Look Chris. If you want to have any future working with me, you have\u0026nbsp;\n\nto do one thing. Call me Mark not sir.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe fox nervously stuttered trying to keep this excursion out into the\u0026nbsp;\n\nfield from being his last.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Oh..okay Mark..\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe wolf could tell the fox wasn't comfortable with calling a superior\u0026nbsp;\n\nby name, but he would have to get used to it. He stood up, his\u0026nbsp;\n\ndominating presence evident as he held the scoped assult rifle in his\u0026nbsp;\n\npaws. He turned and started back up the metal stairs as the fox\u0026nbsp;\n\nfollowed close behind. The duo entered the small metal room as he put\u0026nbsp;\n\nthe goggles back over his eyes. Chris did the same as he fidjeted with\u0026nbsp;\n\nthe earpiece he had deep in his ear.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"You will get used to it don't worry.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nChris nodded as the wolf opened the door letting in a gust of wind and\u0026nbsp;\n\ncold air that swirled through the tiny room. The two stepped out into\u0026nbsp;\n\nthe snow as Mark held a paw up to the transmitter.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Tyson..Kaizoe.....Fabel... Do ya'll hear me?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nChris listened intently as he looked to the wolf, waiting on his\u0026nbsp;\n\norders. He was almost jumping with excitment. He had heard all the\u0026nbsp;\n\nstorys about Tysons missions, not many people hadn't even among the\u0026nbsp;\n\npirates he was a respected fighter. Chris just couldn't believe that\u0026nbsp;\n\nhe, just a nineteen year old fox, still green around the collar and he\u0026nbsp;\n\nwas going to meet the legendary Tyson.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe dingo's ears perked up as he heard his old friends voice over the\u0026nbsp;\n\nsmall earpiece. He was happy to hear that he was okay.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Mark this is Tys. We are about three quarters of a mile out.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nStatic flooded the channel as the trio continued walking, their pace\u0026nbsp;\n\nquickening slightly as they waited for a reaponse.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Good to hear old friend,\" Marks voice crckled into the groups ears\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Our meet up location will be at the base of the ridge you guys will\u0026nbsp;\n\ncome down to get into the valley.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Over and out.\" Tyson rang out as they began to jog through the snow,\u0026nbsp;\n\ntheir boots leaving three distinct trails of tracks as they came over\u0026nbsp;\n\na small hill. Tyson stopped in awe at what was before him as the other\u0026nbsp;\n\ntwo arrived at his sides as their eyes went wide.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Wow...\" Kaizoe's voice trailed off.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe mountains on either side of them seemed to completely surround the\u0026nbsp;\n\narea, coming to an openening right where they were making the valley\u0026nbsp;\n\nthat trailed down to the basin the only way for anything to get in or\u0026nbsp;\n\nout by land. The blue, cloudless sky seemed to just barely hang over\u0026nbsp;\n\nthe peaks of the mountains as the sun shone down on the crystal white\u0026nbsp;\n\nsnow, casting a shadow accross half of the basin. A small forest\u0026nbsp;\n\ncovered the far side of the \u0026nbsp;area where the entrance to the base was\u0026nbsp;\n\nlocated. Tyson dropped to a knee as the tiger and wolf did so in\u0026nbsp;\n\ninstinct.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Whats wrong Tys?\" Fabel asked as he inched foreward, his grip\u0026nbsp;\n\ntightening on his Thompson.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Nothing. It's just that's alot of land to cover.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAs he turned to look back down into the basin the soft sound of\u0026nbsp;\n\nfootprints came to Kaizoe's extremely sensative ears. In one smooth\u0026nbsp;\n\nfluid move, he got to his feet and spun completly around as he let out\u0026nbsp;\n\nanother loud roar. One so loud and dominating that it caused those who\u0026nbsp;\n\nheard it for the first time to cower. The but of his rifle was buried\u0026nbsp;\n\ninto his shoulder as he stared down the sight at the two in front of\u0026nbsp;\n\nhim.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nTyson stood up and placed his paw on the top of the rifle, lowering it\u0026nbsp;\n\ndown and walking foreward. Tyson's eyes met Marks as the two smiled at\u0026nbsp;\n\neach other and shook paws.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Oh it's been a while Tys.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe dingo smiled as Fabel stood up and smiled draping his Thompson\u0026nbsp;\n\nover his shoulder and moving to the tigers side.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Yes it has been buddy. Boy I remember when you were just a little pup.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMark looked behind him to Chris who was trying not to seem to obvious\u0026nbsp;\n\nhiding behind the wolf. \"Chris, this is Tyson.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe fox stepped out from behind Mark, his eyes as big as plates as he\u0026nbsp;\n\nwas muzzle to muzzle with a legend. he stammered as he tried to speak.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Um... He.. Hello sir.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nTyson chuckled and held out his paw. \"You can call me Tyson.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Chris.\" the fox slowly reached up and took the dingos large paw in\u0026nbsp;\n\nhis looking past the dingo to the tiger who was having a few words\u0026nbsp;\n\nwith Fabel.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nTyson noticed the young males shaking and fear as he looked down. This\u0026nbsp;\n\nfox was a good six inches shorter then him but he could still tell\u0026nbsp;\n\nthat this fox didn't feel comfortable around Kaizoe yet.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Dont worry about him Chris. He wouldn't hurt a soul if he didn't have\u0026nbsp;\n\nto. He may not look it but he is just a big kitty.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nTyson turned and pointed to Fabel. \"He will tell you more if need be.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe fox nodded and walked over to the two standing next to a large\u0026nbsp;\n\nboulder capped with snow. Chris made it a point to have Fabel between\u0026nbsp;\n\nhim and the tiger. Maybe he would warm up to him, maybe not.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMark stood beside Tyson, his paw on the dingos shoulder, his white gun\u0026nbsp;\n\nbehind his back.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Ready to go Tys?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nTyson nodded as he started down into the basin. Mark beside him and\u0026nbsp;\n\nthe other three bringing up the rear.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nTyson sighed as Mark went through the briefing. Tyson didn't honostly\u0026nbsp;\n\ncare about military formation, codes, or briefings, he was the type to\u0026nbsp;\n\nfind out what needs to be done; go into the field, and do it. Kaizoe\u0026nbsp;\n\nknew this about his partner and had grown to be almost as spontaneous\u0026nbsp;\n\nin his workings as Tyson.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMark smiled to himself as he looked past the others at Tyson who was\u0026nbsp;\n\nlounging back in the metal chair he was in, twirling a bullet from his\u0026nbsp;\n\nrifle in his paw. Mark sighed deeply and intentionally trying to get\u0026nbsp;\n\nnoticed.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nTyson looked up, his eyelids closed halfway with one of his eyebrows\u0026nbsp;\n\nlifted.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Am I boring you Tyson?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Honestly? Ya you are.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nTyson stood up, the shell going directly from his paw to behind his\u0026nbsp;\n\near as he walked to the large screen behind the wolf. The screen was\u0026nbsp;\n\nalmost completely blurred over with snow as images started to appear.\u0026nbsp;\n\nTyson pointed at a small town as the screen zoomed in, showing all the\u0026nbsp;\n\nbuildings that were covered in markings and damage.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Your tellin me this is the target?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Yes Tyson. We have a unit there that is in need of reinforcements and\u0026nbsp;\n\nwe are mainly a comm base. Not Manu warriors as you can tell.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Ya.\" Tyson chuckled slightly and looked to the fox who was sitting\u0026nbsp;\n\nnext to Fabel behind the stainless steel table.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe ding leaned over the table, his large paws resting on the cool\u0026nbsp;\n\nsteel that shimmered in the lighting. \"Chris right?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe fox nodded slowly unsure what was going on. \"Ye...Yes sir.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"First off same rules with Mark applies with me. Second. How much\u0026nbsp;\n\nfield work have you seen?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe fox knew what the dingo wanted by this question. He was scared and\u0026nbsp;\n\nunsure, and Fabel could tell along with Kaizoe. The tiger lent towards\u0026nbsp;\n\nFabel and whispered in his ear.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"This rookie is in for a shock.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nFabel nodded as Tyson continued. \"Chris weapons training, do you have\u0026nbsp;\n\nany?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I have had basic training..\" he trailed off as he looked down at the\u0026nbsp;\n\ntable and sighed \"my dad also taught me a little about shooting.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nTyson could tell immediatly what was going through the foxes mind.\u0026nbsp;\n\nDeciding to move on and not let the younger male dwell on the subject.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Alright. Well Mark seems to give you a chance so your going on this\u0026nbsp;\n\nmission. As a part of our squad you have one job. Stay close to either\u0026nbsp;\n\nKaizoe or myself.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe fox looked up happily and nodded. \"Yes sir!!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe group slowly filed out as Tyson stayed for a moment staring at the\u0026nbsp;\n\nscreen. His mind was analyzing every part of the surroundings as every\u0026nbsp;\n\nfew moments a flash from a grenade or the streaks of tracers flew\u0026nbsp;\n\nacross the screen. He sighed as he knew that this would be extremely\u0026nbsp;\n\ndifficult for them to pull off. It required pinpoint precision in both\u0026nbsp;\n\nhis shooting and the extraction of the stranded team.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe was to into the feed to hear Kaizoe stop in the doorway. He softly\u0026nbsp;\n\ntapped his boots on the metal ground and crossed his arms waiting for\u0026nbsp;\n\nthe dingo to turn around.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nTyson had finally seen enough and turned off the screen. Taking the\u0026nbsp;\n\nshell back out from behind his ear and began to twirl it around in his\u0026nbsp;\n\npaw once again. He sat down at the table as he saw the tiger standing\u0026nbsp;\n\nthere, his presance demanding as he took up the doorway.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Tyson what are you doing?\" he asked as he walked into the small room,\u0026nbsp;\n\nclosing the door behind him. \"You know the risks that come with\u0026nbsp;\n\nbringing someone onto the squad, let alone someone this wet behind the\u0026nbsp;\n\nears.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Kaizoe. This is for the kids own good. He looks at the world as it is\u0026nbsp;\n\nknow in the aspect of there is nothing he has to worry about other\u0026nbsp;\n\nthan that litttlw desk and computer he sits at. This is all a bunch of\u0026nbsp;\n\nblips on a screen.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe tiger growled softly as he leaned over the table, glaring at the\u0026nbsp;\n\ndingo.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"So your gonna risk his life just to teach him that this isn't all\u0026nbsp;\n\njust a game!!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nTyson vaulted out of his seat. \"Yes! That is exactly it. If he doesn't\u0026nbsp;\n\nfind out what is going on out there he runs an even greater risk of\u0026nbsp;\n\nbeing killed!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"How would you know this? You were always fearless, ever since I met\u0026nbsp;\n\nyou!!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Kaizoe! I know because I was like that once!!\" the tiger sat fown in\u0026nbsp;\n\nthe chair behind him, stunned and shocked. \"Okay Mark showed me as a\u0026nbsp;\n\npup that I would have to fight or die in this new world. Do I wish it\u0026nbsp;\n\nwas different? Yes! But it's not and we have to all work together.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nKaizoe looked up, his eyes showing how his heart was completely\u0026nbsp;\n\nunderstanding every word of what Tyson had said. \"Sorry Tys.. I\u0026nbsp;\n\nshouldn't have been like that, he is just so young and innocent.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Its okay. We have all seen our share of heartache.\" the dingo relaxed\u0026nbsp;\n\nas he took his wieght off the table. That was the loudest he had ever\u0026nbsp;\n\nyelled in a long time, let alone at one of his friends. But he had to\u0026nbsp;\n\ndo it.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nKaizoe sighed and stood up as he walked back to the door. Opening it\u0026nbsp;\n\nup he moved to the side allowing the dingo to walk out and they headed\u0026nbsp;\n\ntowards their quarters.\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Survival of the fitest","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/101371-survival-of-the-fitest.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/114913-survival-of-the-fittest-episode-3.json"}}