As Alfred turned, he began to doubt his knowledge of what the sound actually was.
Of course he would.
He didn't have any knowledge in stuff like this, anyway.
He looked around behind him and sighed under his breath in relief when he saw nothing…but in vain. A rather large fox came out from behind one of the huge tree trunks and stood around ten feet away from the spot in which he stood. He blinked.
What…were the chances of him being right the first time? He quickly began to question whether or not this was an illusion, or maybe even a hallucination. At this point, he had no idea.
Alfred turned back slowly and began to walk forward steadily, yet uneasily. The way the fox stood there, watching him, was enough to make him uneasy.
As he walked, he began to think…
"This is just too...weird, man, just to bizarre, like something out of a sci-fi movie."
Then…
He heard a voice. A female voice. It sounded as if he thought the voice, but why would he have? It said to him…
"This isn't too strange to be your reality, apparently, Alfred Jones…"
Alfred turned slowly, unnerved moreso at the voice in his head and how it wasn't his own…and how it sounded as if someone was talking to him…from within his own mind…
"Who's there…?" He said, becoming more nervous as each moment passed by.
No voice was heard. His eyes passed over everything and locked on the fox, which was still standing there…eerily…ominously…then he heard the voice once again.
"You clearly aren't from here, are you, Mr. Jones…? The voice you hear, since it is apparent that there is a need for me to explain it, is my own. The fox's own. Have you not heard of telepathy?"
"Well…yeah, but-"
"Then this shouldn't be hard for you to comprehend. I, the voice you hear, am the voice of the fox which stands directly across from you."
"Alright, this is just getting too weird for me."
"Too strange to be a reality?"
"Well-"
"The answer is 'no', Alfred."
"…"
Just as she spoke the last word, there happened a bizarre wind…strong enough to push Alfred forward, but the fox stayed firmly in place. As he covered his face to shield it from the debris that flew, the fox began to transform into a female half-fox, which looked much like a human adolescent female, maybe around the age of seventeen. He looked up. As his eyes widened, not just at the fact that the fox which was there a moment before "magically" transformed into another anthro-creature, but also at her nakedness and the fact that he realized attempting to be logical was of no avail any longer.
"What the fu-"