part two

I'm going off of memory and a Wikipedia summary for the plot here

Disclaimer: I don't own IT.

3rd Person P.O.V.

Richie bounded back to his home, running toward the voice. He spotted the hunter, Bill by his side.

"Richie! You can't just leave like that!" the hunter scolded. The young puppy whimpered in fear. "I can't have you free to come and go as you please." They went back to the house, Richie now sporting a large metal cuff around his neck. He was tied to the doghouse, his territory now extremely limited.

The next day, Eddie trotted through the forest, excited for his playdate with Richie. He hummed happily as he made his way past the trees, and came to a halt at the fence. He sat and waited for a moment, his impatience and excitement quickly getting the better of his. The fox wiggled himself under the fence, eyes wide. He followed the puppy footprints in the soft earth until he was brought to Richie's side.

"Hi Rich- what's that?" Eddie wondered, bringing his tiny paw up to test on the metal cuff. Richie stared at the ground dejectedly.

"He says I can't leave anymore. I have to stay here," he mumbled, pawing at the dirt.

"Aw, that's no fun," Eddie remarked. His large ears swiveled around, listening to the quiet growls coming from inside the doghouse. The fox bounded up to the entrance, squinting curiously at the hound dog inside. "Who's this?" Richie's head lifted, his gaze going to where Eddie was standing.

"That's Bill. He's really grumpy and old." He paused, adding: "I don't think he likes you. I wouldn't get too close." Eddie grinned devilishly, his fox nature telling him to investigate.

"It's fine, he's asleep," the red-haired fox pointed out. "He won't even know I'm there." Richie looked skeptical, but nodded nevertheless.

"Be careful," the hound puppy warned softly. Eddie was in the doghouse, examining the large dog within.

"It's fine, Richie, he doesn't even know I'm here." The fox continued to walk around, stepping over limbs to get to the back. He turned to look at the puppy outside, a smug grin on his face. "See? Completely unaware." Richie nodded, gaze flickering besides the young fox for a moment. His brown eyes widened, silently pleading at Eddie to get out.

"Eds-" the fox turned his head back to focus on Bill, only to be met with a furious glare. The fox pup yelped, making a run for it. Bill was quick to exit the doghouse, growling and barking gruffly at Eddie. All the commotion alerted the hunter, who kicked open the door, a large rifle in his arms. He aimed, and started shooting wildly at Eddie, Richie watching with horror as his only friend ran around frantically.

"HEY!" The old woman came from around the corner, a gun of her own in her hands. "Leave him alone! Eddie wasn't hurting anyone!" The young fox ran up to her, hiding behind her legs. His fur was dirty and matted, standing on end from his terror. The hunter lowered his rifle, his expression one of rage.

"And just what're you gonna do about it?" He mocked. The woman grinned, cocking the gun and aiming it straight at the hunter, finger teasing the trigger. His eyes widened with surprise, putting his hands up in surrender. "Fine," he spat. "You win this time. But the next time that dirty animal steps foot on my property, I won't hesitate to shoot." The woman lowered the gun with a curt nod.

"I would watch myself if I were you. What a temper," she tutted, clicking her tongue disapprovingly. The hunter's face turned red from embarrassment and anger.

"Go home, lady. This ain't your business." She turned, scooping a shivering Eddie up as she left. The tiny fox was exhausted, and fell asleep in her arms.

Richie stared, gaping at the scene he had just witnessed. He felt useless, like he could've tried to help Eddie escape. Or maybe he had been wrong all along? Maybe Richie was meant to be against the friendly fox, serving on the side of Bill and the hunter. The puppy frowned, curling up into a ball. This was a problem for tomorrow, he decided, and drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

Richie awoke to the sound of a car starting, perking up immediately. He watched as Bill hopped into the front seat proudly, the hunter patting the hound's head fondly. Richie stood up, cocking his head in confusion. What was going on?

"Richie! C'mere boy!" The hunter whistled, calling the young puppy. He finally noticed the lack of the metal cuff, leaving him free to roam. He gladly hopped into the truck, sitting in the back. "It's almost huntin' season, boys! Who's ready to track down some game?" He cheered, Bill letting out a hearty bark. They both seemed to be in a good mood, but Richie couldn't understand why.

When they arrived at their destination, Richie was placed on a leash to keep him in control. After a few hours of watching Bill work, and practicing it himself, Richie found it rather easy to track down an animal. He even caught a rabbit, receiving endless praise for his quick learning. On the way back home, Richie sat in the front seat, forcing Bill to the back.

At home, Richie felt a newfound sense of pride in his tracking skills, setting him in place for hunting season, which was just around the corner. The hound puppy curled up, napping peacefully.

Eddie ran through the forest, sneaking under the fence and finding Richie. He tapped the dog with his red paw, waking him.

"Eddie, you can't be here! You heard what he said!" Richie whispered. The fox shook his head, shushing the hound.

"He doesn't need to know I'm here. I see you aren't tied up anymore, wanna go play? Just for a little while?" Eddie begged, wiggling his butt in the air playfully. "C'mon, Rich!"

"No. You can't be here, you have to leave. I'm a hunting dog now, Eds. We can't play anymore." Eddie's face fell, the red fox backing up away from Richie.

"I thought we were friends! How- how could you!?" Eddie yelped, a look of complete betrayal on his face. Richie shook his head.

"Go home, Eddie." The fox pup turned away, moping his way over to the fence. He looked back at Richie, his expression one of pain. "Goodbye, Eddie," the puppy insisted. Eddie squeezed under the fence, running back to his home. The pain he felt in his heart was unmatchable, Richie's betrayal hurting more than anything he had ever experienced before. The fox pup sniffed, curling up into a sad ball of red fur, drifting off into an uneasy sleep.

I'm sad now

there will probably be one more part, then I will move on to the next one shot idea

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