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Installment 1

• Angry Bear
• The Collectors
• Sir Robbie
• Dark Bark
• Captain H

Installment 2

• Angry Bear
• The Collectors
• Sir Robbie
• Dark Bark
• Captain H

Installment 3

• The Collectors
• Dark Bark
• Angry Bear
• Sir Robbie
• Captain H

Installment 4

• Angry Bear
• Sir Robbie
• Captain H

I had two full days of peaceful bliss, no foxes, no bears, and no transformations. Just relaxation with the occasional break to suppress the thought that this wouldn't last for long. I awoke suddenly in the middle of the following night with a dream vivid but fading quickly from my sleepy grasp and the sudden urge to travel north. I was familiar

with the compulsion that I normally experienced when there was immediate danger but this feeling was somehow different. There was less purpose and direction this time, just something drawing me north. Much like my earlier experiences, I could not resist the need to go, so I went. The wild night drew out the animal and I was soon running in full stride with all haste. Eventually my compulsion would fade in favor of exhaustion and only then would I rest. This point came in the night after a blur of days had passed, I drifted off into the same dream that had stirred me from my sleep two nights former.

A man stands in front of me, he's wearing a suit and, oddly enough, a cape and mask as well. His hair is slicked back tightly and his tie, neatly tucked into his vest, has a bright red “V” on it. In his left hand he's holding a deep red flask, in his right a bright orange flask steams gently and is offered to me. There's a bear next to him who's already received a green flask and is peering inquisitively at it's contents. Orange smoke billows aimlessly from the vile I was handed; in the air just above my head it gathers together into the form of an untamable animal. Out of instinct, I try to duck out of the way as it rushes towards me, filling my lungs as I breath it in. I can make out the form of the bear I saw earlier struggling helplessly as a shapeless green parasite fills the air around him. Before I collapse under the weight of this nameless pressure bestowed upon me, I see three children being offered the red flask by the man with the cape.

I awaken with the need to move again, farther north still to some forgotten land. My sense seems to have grown increasingly stronger and I know the foxes are near, but how have they found their way here? Questions give way to instinct and I am off again.