Lately, it seemed like everyone around here was out to rip each other's heads off. Garrett had found it easier to stay out of harm's way by avoiding confrontation altogether. When he scented a new person, he immediately dropped his staff and shifted into his fox form. If it was someone else who was looking for a fight, he wanted to be able to run.

Cautiously moving forward, he caught sight of Bucky. The way he was holding that piece of wood showed he meant business. Unlike a real fox, who probably would have turned tail and ran, Garrett stood stock-still, one paw still raised up in the air. Only his nose quivered as he sized up the man, the ruff of fur standing up on his neck betraying how tense he felt.