((Colorado Area))
Inside a large, crudely-armored 18-wheeler truck, a pair of young foxes sat, listening to a J-rock song on a scavenged stereo, bobbing their heads to the music. The younger, Emile, looked up at his older sister, Lena,
"Hey, Lena. Where're we going again? Hard to keep track anymore."
He joked, running a hand through his long red headfur. Lena looked up at her brother, grinning a little.
"We're heading up north, Emile. Rumor's been going around that some pretty heavy stuff's going on up there. Probably going to be quite a few people needing help, and even more tasty salvage."
She murred, licking her lips seductively and looking at her brother.
"Again, sis? We've done it four times since we got into the state! You really need to get your libido under control."
He said, looking at the floor, a blush coloring his already-red fur. Lena smiled, leaning in closer, flaunting her ample bust at him.
"C'mon, bro. I have urges, just like you do..."
She said, placing her hand on his lap. Emile blushed more, looking around to make sure that that none of the other members of the crew were looking before nodding at his sister. In moments, they were all over each other as the truck rolled on towards it's destination...
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((Undisclosed location, northern Canada))
A black-coated wolf paced the empty halls of the underground base.
"Heh...Soon, the world will be eclipsed in the glory of total warfare. And then, we, the Sword of Damocles will make our final move."
He laughed to himself...