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Back on her home planet, one without a name, Amber was a runt. The smallest of her set, Amber was always left behind or picked on by the bigger, stronger foxes. Funilly enough, this also meant that she was the only one that wouldn't go home with wounds or bruises, as none of the other kids wanted to fight her, seeing her to be of no challenge to do so, and as such, worthless to bother fighting with. Growing up a runt in a society where everything was based around how big and strong you could be was quite demoralizing. While the other vixen were out training to be hunters, she was stuck inside. Not literally, but her size had been ridiculed s

   It was a cold night in Berlin. The wind washed over the cobblestone pathways, and blustered through the flags that hung scattered through the old part of town. That, along with the feint footsteps of the occasional police officer, and the muffled roar of a raucous party several blocks away, were the only sounds that cut through the cool night air.    A new sound rang softly through the air; the soft, near silent tapping of boots on rooftop. One of the officers on the ground looked up just a moment to late to catch the streak of grey that leaped across the gap between roofs. The blurs footsteps, despite its quick movement, were nearly com