A/N: Sorry for the long wait. My computer and I had a moment. Anyway, this chapter takes a turn away from what I had originally planned. At first I was going to make it a Shane and Katt chapter but now I decided on something different. So instead of a Shane and Katt chapter your going to get a different chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Starfox, Nintendo and/or Rare do. Any relation to my original characters in any way is entirely coincidental.

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Chapter 12: Outside the Wolf's Den

For the first time in so long, Wolf was going to do the unthinkable. He was getting on some decent clothes and he ate a good healthy breakfast. For the first time in years Wolf was going to go to Zoness and it wasn't going to be for food. He was actually going to go and have a good time. Maybe even talk to some of the furs.

He left his house as soon as he finished eating. His stomach was doing knots, however. It seemed strange to be so nervous at a time like this. What did he have to be nervous about really?

Wolf started his trek through the woods and some of the strangest questions came to mind. What if I see her? Do I look okay? Did I forget to do something? Suddenly he wasn't Wolf O' Donnell; he was now a young pup going out on a first date… without the date.

He came across the lake and decided it would probably be best to take a good load off then. The thoughts were swirling around in his head like locusts. Nothing could have been more back breaking on him now. It's not like it really IS a date! Wolf's head proclaimed. After all, he basically just met Katt.

Then he thought of Shane. Shane knew Katt very well it seemed. The thought hurt Wolf a little bit. It soon started to feel like he was competing for Katt's affection. Except that Wolf only showed her hospitality. Imagine all the things Shane must've given her.

Wolf watched the lake ebb in and out and eventually dipped is feet in for a bit. Never had water felt so soothing at the moment. Wolf reclined himself on sands and closed his eyes… almost beginning to relax.

"You don't see too many furs come here that often, do you?" A voice called from behind.

When Wolf sat up and turned his attention he was looking right in the eye of a human. The man looked as if he'd shaved but you could see he had a beard. Not only that but it was growing back. He was wearing a pear of khakis which Wolf found very odd. The man wore a freshly ironed shirt too, and a hat.

Wolf made a low growl and released his claws. "Don't come any closer to me!" Wolf warned.

"Oh," said the human. "You're one of those, I see." He turned around.

"Don't run away from me!" Wolf taunted. "What did you mean when you said, 'don't see too many furs around here?' Are you a hunter?"

It was clear the man wasn't going to get away anytime soon. The wolf was going to make sure he wouldn't. "I don't mean any harm. It's just that around this lake you really don't see many furs. They never seem to show up."

"Maybe it's because they know you're here!" Wolf snarled. "You ARE a hunter aren't you?"

The man raised his hands in defense and was almost scared to death. "No, I'd never go out and hunt, it isn't in my blood to do so. I'd never be able to kill an animal…furry." He quickly rephrased. He'd been around enough furries in his lifetime to know that the serious ones didn't like being called 'animals' by 'hunters'.

Wolf still kept his distance and then the man finally realized… this fur was scared to death of him. "You're only acting on instinct am I right?" He asked.

Wolf was still observing him, noting the facial features, the size, the voice, the attitude, everything about him. Not him. Wolf thought. The human who had hunted him didn't have facial hair, he was blonde and shorter than the man that stood before him. "I'm not acting on any instinct." Wolf answered.

"Then you must know that I'm not going to harm you. I'll leave you be if you let me go." The man pleaded.

"Humans shouldn't be allowed to wander these woods." Wolf glared. "Go back to Earth, where you belong!"

"With all do respect I didn't come from 'Earth' at all. I'm a traveler. All I try to do is spread Furry Peace and Love. I just came from Corneria with a bunch of friends."

Wolf took another look at the man and realized that he'd seen him before! He recalled when he first saw Katt at this very same lake. With THIS man. "What's your name?" Wolf sheathed his claws.

"My name is Jon… and if you're going to sheath your claws does this mean I can go now?"

The name rang a bell alright. "I'm not going to hurt you." Wolf finally compromised with himself. "Do you by chance no a fox by the name of Shane?" Wolf asked. He'd feel more comfortable talking to Shane before confronting Katt.

Jon looked at him weary eyed. Wolf read his face exactly. His face seemed to be saying; what the hell are you up to?

"Yes… I know Shane. Why?" Jon asked and his hands were still above his head.

"You can lower your arms, I just told you I wasn't going to harm you. I'm looking for Shane and I'd be much obliged if you took me to him."

Jon walked up to Wolf slowly. With each step forward that Jon took, Wolf took a step back. Call it cause and effect. "You don't have to be scared of me." Jon pointed out. "Why are you so frightened?"

Wolf started to breathe more heavily than before. "I've had bad experiences with humans."

"Ah," Jon took another step forward and Wolf took another step back. "So you are one of those."

"What do you mean one of those?" Wolf took another step back and felt his paws getting soaked.

"Tell me of your beliefs. Do you believe humans and furs can coexist or do you not?" Jon asked.

"What kind of questions is that?" Wolf took another step back and slipped. He was able to catch himself before he fell, but Jon was almost in his face now.

Jon stepped even closer. "It's an important question. You may not think so but it'll prove whether or not we'll get along alright or not."

Wolf took one last step back and slipped again. This time he wasn't able to catch himself but Jon took the liberty in doing so. Now Jon really WAS in his face. Jon pulled him up and onto shore. "Answer my question." Jon said politely.

"Of course I believe in a bondage, it says so in the Will of Great Fox!" Wolf shouted.

Jon's eyes lit up. "What did you just say?"

"It says so in the Will of Great Fox." Wolf repeated.

Jon's jaw dropped. He was dealing with a very religious fur. "That's why I can't hate them, but I can still dislike them." Wolf continued. "You've never read the Will have you? Of course not, because you're a servant of Andross! You bastard, you better let me go right now!"

"Wait a minute!" Jon said as Wolf struggled to get free. "I didn't mean to sound religious about it. I'm not a believer in Andross or any of that crap. I just wanted to know… does the Will of Great Fox actually say that?"

Wolf nodded. "Depends on the kind of believer you are."

"What do you mean, 'kind of believer?'"

Jon let Wolf go and Wolf came to a sit down on the surface. "There used to be just one religion, the Will of Great Fox. Then Andross created…apes. Said that furries couldn't do it alone. As you can imagine that upset the Great Fox. Andross then evolved his apes into what we call humans. Andross created humans to be every bit as powerful, if not more powerful than furries. He designed humans to be smarter. Well in making humans have a lot of brain capacity, Andross forgot to give them natural instinct it seemed. Humans had no way of defending themselves besides creating their own weapons…and when they did it certainly didn't settle too well with Great Fox."

"What does this have to do with the different types of believers?" Jon asked.

"Just listen." Wolf said.

"There was a war! The furries vs. the humans. Andross' Will against that of the Great Fox. Only one species could rule this planet and Andross wanted it to be humans. Well, the Great Fox wanted us all to live peacefully. In the end, Andross lost the war but not without one last surprise. A furry, they say he was a black fox, betrayed the Great Fox and struck him down once the battle was done and the humans had lost. No one ever saw that fox again but the Great Fox had died."

Wolf sighed. "Well, the humans still had their lives and the furries still had their lives. So the humans started to worship Andross and the furries were looked at as bad guys. The furries began to worship the Great Fox. But it didn't stop there. The furs divided. Pretty soon you had two different groups of Great Fox worshippers. Those who believed in unity and peace. The ones whom of which have READ the Will of Great Fox, and those who spread the religion like sickness. The ones who don't want to get along with the humans."

"Sort of a false prophet?" Jon said.

"Yes, it would seem. Those are the ones who have not read the Will of Great Fox. Those are the ones who believe only what others tell them to believe. They're the ones that go to the shrine and listen to someone preach to them about how humans are evil and can't be trusted. But those who have read the Will know this: To have peace is to once again combine the religions as one!"

Jon was impressed. "So you actually read the Will?"

"There is only one thing that sets humans against furs… furs against humans… furs against furs and humans against humans. There can be a peace, Jon… but it's the beliefs we share that separate us. You wonder why in McBeath humans and furs can get along? It's because they read the Will of Great Fox AND Andross. They're both the same."

"How did the Will come to be?" Jon asked.

"It was found. After the Great Fox had died, they found a Will. So you see I can't hate humans. I can only dislike them. But I've said too much, I think now you should take me to Shane."

Jon sighed. "Alright, but Shane isn't usually alone."

"I need him to be alone." Wolf protested.

Jon smiled. "Well, I can do that for you. Let's go to Zoness and I'll later tell you my story."

The two began to walk off to Zoness and Jon tried to think of everything he'd heard from Wolf. One thing sounded ironic to him. Great Fox was killed by a furry… a black fox. Shane's a black fox…what the hell does that mean?

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A/N: If anyone is very offended by religious content let me know and I'll tone it down a bit. I'll just let you know that the religious aspect of this fic is entirely fictional, I don't mean to make any references to any other religions. Now, I know what you're thinking. THAT'S gotta be Shane's little secret right? Well, as the title says, we're looking BEYOND the Fox's Eyes here. Please Read and Review and sorry again for the long update.