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The fox was first aware of the throbbing of dull pain just behind his left temple. He groaned softly, his aching arm moving shakily to his temple, rubbing the affected area in an attempt to ease the pounding in his skull. He attempted to swallow, but found his throat dry and swollen. The young vulpine slowly opened his eyes, the darkness in the room welcome to his sore eyes. He slowly sat up, the blanket that had been under his chin a few moments ago slid down around his waist with a soft rustling as he cradled his head into his padded palms.

After a few moments of fighting off a bout of nausea that had swept over him like an ocean wave, the fox surveyed the room as his eyes began to adjust allowing him to see that the room he was in was not exactly dark, just dim. Next to him sat a jug of what appeared to be water, if his nose could be trusted. He himself lay on a bed of some kind that was only a couple of inches off of the floor. It was too dark to see much else save a small slit of light that ran horizontally about halfway up a wall along the opposite side of the room, casting just a sliver of light onto the jug at his side. Carefully, he grabbed the flask and brought it up to his dry lips. The cool liquid was fresher than anything he had ever tasted before, the refreshing water slid down his gullet, moistening his tortured throat.

After a long, only slightly exaggerated sigh, the fox set the pitcher back onto the ground and lay back down and let his mind wander. Where was he? Why was he in this room? Why did he feel like a he had had a hangover and beating? The longer he thought about it the more he realized he didn't know anything. Sure he remembered his name, Flummox Ravenger . He remembered where he was from, the United States. Though every time he attempted to grasp at what he had been doing last or how he had gotten to get here, it seemed to pass through his grasp like the cool water that now rested in his stomach. That thought process led to another; how did he get here? Above all, where was here?

On cue, as if reading his thoughts, a young and supple vixen walked through the slit of light, brightening the room and forcing Flummox to cover his eyes. A moment later the light filling the room dispersed a bit allowing the young fox to see the new comer. She was a curved vixen with nothing but a leather lion cloth covering her tightly rounded figure. Her large, uncovered breasts, which he noted was red with white tips, bounced lightly as she moved next to Flummox, setting a clay platter of assorted fruits onto his lap. Flummox blushed slightly. It wasn't that he liked her female figure; from what he COULD remember he wasn't interested in that particular anatomy or any other part of a female, though he still avoided staring out of politeness.

The vixen noticed the young male blushing and frowned. Without saying a word, she placed a padded palm over Flummox's forehead. "Well," she said after a moment or two of silence as she straightened up. "It seems you broke your fever, Windrum will be pleased he finally found a solution that worked. Though you seem a little flushed..." She gestured at the fox.

"Oh, I'm Flummox. Flummox Ravenger." He said after a few moments.

"I'm Kali," she said pointing at herself and causing her bosom to jiggle again. "You seemed a little flushed, do you feel well? Maybe some food would help?" Kali gestured to the plate of food. "I am going to tell the Elder." With that Kali swung around and headed back out of the room, her hips swinging from side to side, leaving Flummox alone with his thoughts. And food.

The fox's stomach made a loud gurgling sound and he knew that he wasn't going to be able to think on an empty stomach. He gabbed an apple off of the try and took a bite. As his fangs sank into his the skin, juice exploded into his mouth and he let out a small moan of pleasure. It was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted. He took another bite and another, before he knew it, the entire tray was empty. Flummox wiped the juices from his chin and sighed in contentment as he lay back on the bed. He patted his stomach and looked sadly at the empty platter.

Flummox had just begun to think about where he was when the flap opened again as Kali stuck her head through. "Flummox Ravenger, the Elder would like to talk to you. Are you well enough?"

The young fox nodded and stood up, letting the blanket slide back onto the bed. Something felt off and Flummox looked down. He was nude. The fox quickly covered his private area as he felt his face turn redder under his orange fur.

The vixen frowned. "Are you sure you are felling alright?"

Flummox nodded. "Can I get something to cover..." He used his spare paw to indicate his exposed region. The fox blushed even harder as the vixen burst out laughing. "Please?" he begged a little too weakly. She removed her own loincloth and tossed it at the fox who hesitated leaving the vixen completely nude. "Don't you need..?" The vixen laughed again and left leaving the Flummox blushing harder than ever.

The fox quickly slipped on the loin cloth and adjusted it the best he could, the loose flaps still did little to comfort him. He could feel the bottom of his furry sack being tickled by the very end of the cloth. He sighed and stepped through the into the bright sunlight. Flummox blinked several times as his eyes adjusted to the new light. When his sight cleared, what he saw took his breath away.

He stood in front of a hide covered tent in the middle of what appeared to be a large village placed smack dab in center of a large valley. For at least two miles in all directions were scattered single story tents and wooden longhouses. In the distance were mountains the tips covered in snow. For a wild second, Flummox thought they reminded him of Kali's own peaks. The young fox shook his head trying to get the thought out of his head. He turned his attention back to the village.

The village was abuzz with activity. The diversity of furries, scalies, and avians almost floored him. Cubs ran here and there laughing and playing their games, while the older cubs helped their elders in various chores. It wasn't just the females that were doing chores, but the males helped too. Close to him a couple of female otters and a male bull were working on mending a longhouse. It wasn't a traditional sexism based village like he thought he would have expected. It seemed a free community. He also noticed something else.

Those that weren't wearing a loincloth, were wearing nothing. As he continued to look, he noticed that most wore the latter and a large majority of those were male.. Flummox closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Sure he was an outsider here, but he didn't want to attract any more attention than was necessary. Nodding to himself, he slid a paw along the string around his waist until it came across the knot he used to tie it up. With a quick tug, the knot came undone and he handed the loincloth back to Kali, who smiled.

"Are you sure Flummox Ravenger?" She asked placing a paw on her hip. The male fox nodded and tried to smile. Truth was, he still felt uncomfortably exposed. She shrugged and tied the loincloth back around her bodacious hips. "Follow me then, Flummox Ravenger." Kali said as she turned to head off in one direction.

"Kali!" He called after her. She turned back and raised an eyebrow. "Call me Flummox. Ravenger is my last name." She nodded and turned back around, motioning for the fox to follow. He did, Though still feeling a little nervous.

Kali led them through twists and turns through the village, nobody paid attention to Flummox, but many greeted the vixen with a shout of hello or an odd bow. As they walked, Flummox tried to take in all the sights he could. It seemed to be a regular village. Weather they were working or playing or simply just chatting in front of a fire, everyone seemed happy. More than once he had seen couples engaged in intense passionate activities. Some were females, others were just males, and still others were a mix. He even caught a glimpse of a hawk that couldn't have been more than fourteen engaged happily with a large adult bear. Flummox shook his head again. He could feel his loins stirring but he fought back the urge. Just what he needed was Kali to laugh at him in the middle of this strange village for becoming aroused by what he assumed was natural for her since she paid the mating pairs no attention.

She held out a paw and Flummox stopped just before an intersecting path behind four tents. Four males and two females dressed in what was even obvious to the young fox as leather armor adorned with fangs and feathers. Each had war paint across their serious faces, and carried a bow and quiver on their backs. Across their chests was a hunting knife and a sword at their waist.

Flummox stared after them in awe and curiosity, noticing that all down the alley, cubs and elders alike moved out of the path. Most even nodded in respect. The fox placed a paw on the vixen's shoulder. "Kali, who are they?"

"They are the Kal'Rou, our village's elite warriors and hunters." There was something in her voice that suggested that she had a bit of distaste in one of them. He followed here line of sight and saw the source of her loathing. He was at the head of the group, a male cheetah, who was just as toned as Flummox and had an air of arrogance about him and Flummox had an instant, unexplainable dislike for him.

"Who's the cheetah?" Flummox asked, poorly hiding his own sudden distaste.

She stared after the cheetah who was currently ignoring a cub who was stammering about wanting to grow up like him. "Kallnon," she spat out the name like a deadly venom. "That good for nothing wobber scat." Flummox wanted to know what a wobber was but the tone of her voice suggested that he kept his maw shut.

His temple began to throb again and he felt himself falling. Suddenly he was sitting in a café across from a very angry vixen. Her muzzle was wrinkled with anger as she snarled and spat at him. "How could you sleep with him Flummox?! He's a monster! You know what that bastard did to me!"

"Demi," Flummox said his ears laid back. He felt like a cornered rat. "I said I was drunk and it was a mistake. I can't tell you how-"

The vixen slammed her fist down on the table spilling their drinks onto the floor. "You were drunk?! YOU WERE DRUNK?!!! WHAT KIND OF A FUCKING EXCUSE IS THAT?!" She was standing over the helpless Flummox now, her chest heaving with anger.

"Please, listen to me. I don't like him. At all. He's a fucking jerk and-" Flummox was stopped mid sentence as Demi landed a solid punch across his muzzle knocking him backwards out of his chair. Every one in the small café was staring at them now. Flummox tasted blood as he shook the shock from his mind.

"I hope you and that bastard have lots of happy sex together!" With that Demi stormed out of the café. "AND I HOPE YOU GET AIDS!!

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"Flummox! Flummox!" The fox heard shouting in his ears and he was aware of solid ground under him. He could still taste the blood. He groaned and pushed himself onto his knees. But when he looked up, he wasn't in the café, but back in the village. What was that? He thought to himself. A memory? Yes. That's what it was. But he could still feel Demi's wrath and the mean right hook she had won so many fights with. If it was a memory, he hadn't realized he had forgot it, what else did he not remember. That thought confused him.

"Flummox, are you sure you feel well?" Kali had knelt next to him with her arm over his shoulder.

"What happened?" He asked, wiping his cut lip on the back of his paw.

"You fell like a new born cub," came a malicious, yet distantly familiar voice. Flummox looked up to see the Kal'Rou cheetah grinning from ear to ear. Despite himself, Flummox felt a growl rumble into his throat. Kallnon snarled. "Watch yourself pup, wouldn't want you to trip again."

Flummox bared his fangs and began to rise to his feet, but Kali stopped him. "Leave him be, Kallnon."

The cheetah snarled. "Or what?"

"I'll let Valhalla know you were hassling his personal guest." Kallnon opened his mouth and closed it again, apparently thinking it better not to anger whoever Valhalla was "This isn't over fox," he snarled as he spun on his footpads and stalked off.

"What a jackass," Flummox muttered as he stood up and began brushing the dust out of his fur.

"You have to be careful, Flummox," Kali said helping the fox brush off the dust on his toned chest. "You do not want to make such a powerful enemy. He has a lot of influence in our village."

Flummox nodded, wishing he could have punched that smirk off of the cheetah's face. "Still, I would have loved to beat him bloody." Kali shook her head and smiled. " That makes two of us. Come on the Elder is waiting for us." She continued to lead the fox through the village, but Flummox was too angry to continue taking in the sights of the village, let alone to worry about his own nudity. Then he had another thought that made him smile. He knew several different forms of martial arts. Surely Kallnon didn't.

Flummox spent the next few minutes fantasizing about the different ways he was going to rub that cheetah's snout through the dirt next time they met. Before he knew it, Kali was saying something and he tore himself away from his violent thoughts. A large, beefy bull that appeared to be more muscle than bovine appeared from inside the longhouse. "The Elder will see our guest now."

Kali turned toward Flummox. "You're on your own now. I'll come find you when the feast is ready.' With that she was gone. Without the fiery vixen there he felt exposed all over again. He turned to ask her for her loincloth back, but she was already gone and he sighed. He took a deep breath and almost ran into a lion who was licking a suspicious white substance from his nose.

Flummox apologized and stepped into the longhouse. It was just like what he had learned in school with the Native Americans. There were crude benches lined up against the walls and around the pillars that held the roof up. There were no windows to provide any lighting. Instead, there was a large hole in the roof that allowed a bit of steam collecting in the room from three hot rock pits to escape and light what Flummox now realized was a steam house. Along the wall to his right, sat a gray furred wolf. He was old, maybe fifty or older, Flummox was not quite sure. He sat with his arms resting along a ledge that led behind the benches and had his legs spread. He would have reminded the fox of a his father when he was a cub, until his father disappeared when he was ten. Also he was completely naked and his red shaft was half limp and coated with his own spent seed. Flummox swallowed hard. This wasn't making things any better for him. Especially since it was just the two of them in the steam house.

The Elder motioned for the fox to sit on a bench across from him against one of the pillars. Flummox blushed and sat down, the hot steam in the room starting to make him sweat. On top of that, the heat in the steam house was beginning to loosen his own sheath. Flummox glanced at the Elder and found his gaze traveling down the gray wolf's muscled chest and he stopped himself before his traitorous eyes could go any lower by focusing on the Elder's face. The old wolf had seen many tough years, and many kind years. By the streak of missing fur below his left eye, he had also seen his fair share of action... Flummox shook his head. Not those thoughts. Not now.

They sat there for a moment, the Elder sizing up Flummox, and Flummox trying everything he could not to look at the exposed elder. "What is your name, fox?" The Elder asked after what seemed like forever.

"Flummox, sir."

"Well Flummoxsir..." the Elder started, but the fox held up a paw.

"It's just Flummox." the fox said, stifling a giggle.

"Well, Flummox, what were you doing out in the Great Forest?"

The fox was confused. "The Great Forest, sir?"

"Where our Kal'Rou found you."

This blew over the fox. "I... I really don't know." Flummox looked at the floor. For some reason, he felt like he was a cub being reprimanded for wandering away from the house. "I can't remember how I got here. To be honest, I am not even sure where here is, sir."

"Please, Flummox. What does 'sir' mean?" The question caught the fox off guard. He thought for a moment about where to start. He let his guard down and caught himself staring at the still exposed wolf member. He quickly looked at the Elder, but if he had seen, he didn't say anything.

"Where I come from, 'sir' is a form of respect."

"Please, call me Valhalla." The elder said. Suddenly, the reason Kallnon had shut his muzzle so fast when Kali had mentioned Valhalla made so much sense. "Where do you come from?"

Flummox sighed. "Just warning you. This might take a while."

Valhalla adjusted himself and nodded. "We are at peace, it is still early, and the feast is not till nightfall. I have time."

Flummox nodded and sighed. He began with America and New York City. What he could remember anyway. He told the wolf about customs and traditions, Christmas and Thanksgiving. How they wore clothes and it was considered shameful to show nudity and sex. Anything he could remember. The Elder just sat there listening. Occasionally he would ask questions and the fox would answer apologizing anytime he couldn't remember something. Though he was engrossed in telling Valhalla everything about his home, his eyes just couldn't help wandering. Each time the Elder seemed not to notice, though the fox's orange face fur kept turning redder and redder. Hours passed and the bull allowed a feline to come in and serve them lunch and water. The more Flummox talked, the more he came to like the gray wolf. The fox even got so engrossed he recounted his time there, feeling no need to leave out his flashback and his confrontation with Kallnon. He finally finished with the thought of how the Elder had reminded the fox of his father, leaving out the part of the fox glancing at his member.

When he was finally finished the steam in had long since dissipated. The Elder nodded, apparently thinking. "It seems like a fantastic story, but were it not for the passion in which you told it, I might not have believed you. " Flummox's ears perked. "However, I do not know of this America or anything else. I have traveled the world over in my years. I have seen death, magic and impossibilities. But nothing like this technology you were telling me of." Flummox's ears fell. He really was a long way from home, but how? He had never left America. Had he?

"However, you mentioned your father. I believe I may have met him in my travels." Valhalla sat forward. "About thirty years ago." Flummox heart nearly sank into this toes.

"That's impossible," Flummox said his head lowering in disappointment. "He disappeared fifteen years ago."

The elder shook his head. "He arrived under the same circumstances as you. He was intelligent, strong and courageous. I trusted him with my life. We all did. He often mentioned his home, and the son he had left behind." Valhalla paused for a moment. "I believe he meant you."

"How do you know that?" Flummox snapped. He was upset and he lashed out in anger at Valhalla. "I'm sorry."

The Elder rubbed his chin, ignoring the outburst. "Well, Jerry said his son's name was Flummox." The fox ears perked again and the Elder smiled. "You look just like him. And if that is not enough," the old wolf removed a necklace from around his neck that Flummox was surprised he had not noticed and placed it in the fox's outstretch paw.

Flummox studied the necklace. It was silver with a crescent moon. On the back was written in intricate carving. For my dad. I love you. Flummox. The fox felt the familiar pounding in his temple and he rested against the wooden pillar.

The little fox cub shook his parents awake. "Come on Mom! Dad! Get up its CHRISTMAS!" Flummox began to jump up and down on his parents bed.

"Hey Veronica. Our alarm clock is going off," the father muttered sleepily.

"I'm not an alarm clock silly! It's Christmas! Get UP!" the excited little cub was now bouncing on his father. "Wake UP!!!"

His mother rolled over and sat up, giggling. "Okay, okay, little Flummox. We are awake."

Suddenly, the little cub was wrestled into a bear hug by his father. They wrestled for a few minutes and it ended with the young flummox being tickled by both of his parents. "Okay, let's go open presents!"

The cub jumped off the bed and raced down the hall and down the stairs, the sight of the presents under the decorated tree made his eyes light up like the flashing lights strung around the pine. He turned and ran back up the stairs grabbing his parents by the paw. "Come on, come on! You guys are so slow." His parents just giggled and smiled at each other as the very young Flummox nearly dragged them both down the stairs.

He sat his father in his recliner and his mother on the love seat. "Can I hand out presents now? Please?" The older fox nodded and the vixen smiled. He squealed and began to pass out presents, placing his own in one pile and his parents' at their feet. The last one was a little box, crudely wrapped in paper. "And this one is from me to you Papa! Open it first!"

The older vulpine smiled and took his present from the excited cub. "Wonder what it could be," he said in an exaggerated curious tone. He opened it and took a sucked in his breath.

Flummox was back in the steam house, a worried Valhalla placing a paw on his shoulder. "Another... What did you call it?"

"Flashback," Flummox mumbled rotating the silver necklace in his paw. There was no doubt about it. This was his father's pendant Flummox had given on that Christmas before he had vanished. "What happened to him Valhalla?"

The gray wolf sat down next to the fox. Flummox knew by instinct that what was coming next was not good news. "He earned the title of Kal'Rou and defended this valley with his life against the Darkness and It's agents. Drove it back." Valhalla grew silent for a moment. The pain of the incident obvious all over the Elder's face. "He was my friend and I watched him die with my own eyes. You should be proud of him. I just wish we could have given him a proper burial, as is a custom where he was from." This last comment seemed more to himself than to Flummox.

"Wait a minute. Why couldn't you give him a proper burial?"

Valhalla's eye's were misty as he looked up at the young fox. "We never found his body."

A faint glimmer of hope shone in his heart. There was a possibility he was alive. Flummox mentally slapped himself. That was impossible. Valhalla had said he had seen him die.

The Elder placed his larger paw over Flummox's and closed it into a fist. "Keep it. I think he would have wanted you to have it."

Flummox felt his eyes begin to sting. When his father disappeared, he and his mother had kept a spark of hope alive that somewhere out there his father would be safe. Valhalla patted his shoulder. "I need to go see how the feast is going." With that the wolf left the fox alone in the steam house with his thoughts. Flummox gripped the amulet tightly in his fist as hot tears darkened his face fur. Why was he crying? Sure his mother still held out hope that his father was alive, but he had come to terms that he was gone forever. "I guess it was finding out he is truly dead." he said aloud to himself. He felt an odd calm suddenly fall over him and Flummox burst out laughing. He couldn't explain it, but he felt relieved as he held the amulet, laughing until he was crying. Again. He took a deep breath and sighed. He felt relieved somehow as he slipped his father's amulet around his own neck.

Flummox grabbed a nearby jug and took a couple of deep drinks from it. An otter came in and replaced the hot stones in the pits and several buckets of water with ladles next to each one. As the otter left, Flummox allowed himself to stare after him, staring at his tight assets. He smiled as he sighed again. He felt like he could get used to it here. He was already feeling more comfortable. The Elder had done a lot for the fox to make him feel welcome. Flummox wasn't sure, but he had a feeling Valhalla knew exactly what he was doing.

It wasn't much longer after the otter left that Valhalla returned. He immediately noticed the change in Flummox's demeanor. "So you are feeling better, Flummox?" The fox nodded vigorously, smiling a toothy grin. "I felt the same way after putting on your father's amulet after he..." He sat back cross from Flummox, apparently not wanting to finish his own sentence. Flummox noticed that the Elder's thick meat had shrunk back into it's sheath. "We still have a while before nightfall when the feast starts. Anything you want to ask me?"

Flummox smiled as he allowed his gaze to linger lower than he should have. "Well there is one thing..."