On a cold winter day under a gnarled oak, Fox whimpered, at that painful intersection where one to hurt to be happy and to numb to be hurt. Fox curled up weakly, the snow landing on his grey fur. His steaming tears melting the snow only to refreeze upon impact, he whimpered out a quiet plea "Dad... I'm sorry..." But no matter how sorry Fox was, he couldn't deny who he was, how he felt, it was impossible. It had been a good day, breakfast with "dad", checking in to see if there was an opening on the Police Academy waiting list, and then he planned to go hang out with King. But, that all came to a crashing halt with one small question, a question from his friend Bino; "What's this book?".
That book.
The one book Fox never wanted anyone to see, a small leather bound notebook, his journal. Fox recorded every important thought he had in that book, ranging from his kidnapping to meeting King, every small thing he deemed important, and often secret, was in it, and Bino was reading it. Fox tried to grab it, to keep his secrets just that, but Bino had already started skimming. Bino dropped the book, and looked over at the desperate husky, smirking. "Just you wait till the guys hear this, right buddy?" Bino snarled, Fox instantly knew what he had learned. "Try not to hit on me okay? See you later princess".
Within in the hour, Fox had been voted out of the Good Ol' Dogs club, ostracized by his friends, and become a strange laughingstock. The only shame Fox had managed to avoid was seeing his dad. He knew that his dad wouldn't approve, he had often heard him say terrible things about homosexuals, and he wasn't going to stick around to hear it thrown at him by somebody he loved. So in a panicked rush, Fox packed a small bag with his closest belongings and fled his comfortable warm home. Now he was sitting under a tree far from his house, quietly sobbing over his life, which now lay before him in shambles.
Fox wondered where he could go, who would take him in after all this. Fido? Maybe, he was in an unconventional relationship after all, but then Bino would be over a lot, and he was not ready for that. Peanut and Grape seemed nice enough, but then again, they got a lot of visitors, and right now he didn't want to be visited by anyone. His mind kept wandering to one option, but it was the one he was most afraid to take. King. King himself was pretty reclusive, and the wolves would leave Fox well enough alone, by all means it should have been the obvious course of action, heck, it was the obvious action, but Fox couldn't. He had already lost so many people he loved over this, and he'd much rather not be in the front row seats of watching his best friend follow suit.
Shaking the thought from his mind, Fox looked up aimlessly, the twisting branches of the tree caked in snow. He always loved snowy weather, so peaceful and pure, but today he didn't feel either. His head was spinning a mile a minute, and pure was not something that seemed out of reach. His sexuality didn't feel wrong to him, but to a lot of those close to him, that was another story. Never before had Fox felt so alone, so pitiful.
Watching the snow flutter down, Fox pondered the situation he was in, not sure what he should do. All Fox knew he wanted was to redo this day, bury that book in the backyard and never look at it again. But even that wasn't true, he had grabbed the small book on his way out. Sighing, he opened the small book to the last entry, and sadly read it to himself. After doing so, Fox shakily stood up from his spot, closing the book. He knew what he had to do. Odds are he would have wound up hurt, or even devastated, but, Fox knew he'd only feel worse if he didn't see his best friend one more time. Fox hugged the journal wistfully, he couldn't blame the book for his troubles, but himself, he left the book out, and he wrote the confessions down. As Fox walked down the snow covered grass, he mulled over one entry in particular.
"I met a dog today... his name is King. He was kind of weird, but then again who isn't weird here? After a kind of awkward greeting, we played with my squeaky bone for over an hour. He was far more fun than Bino, and didn't complain when he lost either. I thought this was shaping up to be a terrible year, I mean I almost died a few months back... but days like today give me a lot of hope. I mean, a dog like King is rare, he seems like he has something that hurts him, but at the same time he's moving on with it, awkwardly, but he's moving on. Kinda like me... I'm not implying he likes guys but... something's chewing at him. I wish I could talk with someone about these... feelings... maybe King... Well, we just met, so it's best to not focus on it... even if he is kind of cute. Y'know, I get the feeling that if you could talk, you'd laugh at me... so... shut up Journal."