Fox washed the last of the dye down the shower drain and turned off the faucet. He stood back up and faced the mirror. A brown fox looked back with a skeptical look on its face.

A knock at the bathroom door was accompanied by a voice. "You almost done in there?"

"Wolf," Fox replied, "I don't think this is going to work. I still look just like myself."

The door slid open and Fox jumped back, covering his nakedness with one paw as the other groped for the towel on the wall behind him. "Hey! Naked in here." Fox was sure he had locked the door.

"Yeah," came a smarmy reply, "like I haven't seen it."

Fox managed to get the towel around his midsection. "I was high on meds and out of my head," he replied hysterically. Wolf stepped up close, and the smell of his lupine musk invaded Fox's senses. "You perv."

"Mm," the wolf mumbled, reaching a paw up to caress Fox's cheek. "That's why you're still here, then, is it? You like pervs?"

Fox felt himself blushing, despite his frustration. He slapped Wolf's paw away. "Really, though, you think that this is seriously going to fool anybody?" Fox watched as the wolf in the mirror stared down at the brown fox with a hungry, predatory look.

"Trust me." Wolf turned and caught Fox's eyes in the mirror. "People see what they're expecting to see." He turned to leave the bathroom. Fox heard him flop down on one of the beds in the outer room.

Two beds. Fox had insisted. He had agreed to stay on planet with Wolf while he recovered from his injuries and subsequent surgery. Fox had footed the bill himself since Wolf had revealed that Doc Winters had cost him just about everything the merc had saved up. But Fox had insisted on two beds in a single room. Two rooms would have been suspicious if someone had snooped into the hotel files. But one room meant only one ID checked at the desk. No need for anyone to know Fox McCloud and Wolf O'Donnell were… Were what? Fox stared at his brown-dyed fur paws as he pondered that question for the twentieth time that day.