Prologue

It was the night of a full moon on the beautiful planet of Mobias. Tails was up late in his workshop, adding a few adjustments to his favorite plane, the X Tornado. His head was fully under the biplane, when a crash outside startled him, hitting his head against the steel axle.

"Ow!" He groaned as he crawled out from under the plane, rubbing his sore head. "What was that noise?"

Tails listened closely for the sound again, groaning when he heard what sounded like tin trash cans being toppled over.

"I really hope that's not what I think it is. But, just in case."

Tails quickly grabbed a rag out of a bucket of soapy water and cleaned off all the motor oil off of his fur. He then opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a pinkish purple night cap, pulling it down over his ears. He then put on his best sleepy face and went outside, following the noise to the back of the house.

When he got to the backyard, he gasped at what he saw, his eyes shooting awake.

Right in front of him, a beautiful timber wolf with blue fur had gotten into the trash and was currently devouring leftovers from a raw chicken that hadn't been used. The wolf was so engrossed with his meal, that he almost missed the fox's scent.

Whipping his head around, the wolf glared at Tails, his amber eyes seeming to stare right into his soul, saliva dripping from his fangs as he growled at the fox.

Tails stood frozen in shock as he stared at the beautiful blue wolf. And then, all of a sudden, his shock turned to anger as he growled right back at the animal.

"GET BACK INSIDE!" He shouted at the wolf.

The wolf growled and whined, ears pressed to his head as he slightly backed up a step from the enraged fox, but his amber eyes never left the blue ones.

"I said, GET BACK INSIDE!" Tails scolded as he stomped forward, ripping his shoe off of his foot.

The wolf whined and quickly turned, jumping down a cellar door that was hiding behind him. Tails huffed and went up to the door, looking down into the den. All of a sudden, the wolf jumped up and snapped at the young fox. Tails, although startled, had had enough of the wolf's attitude, and sharply smacked his shoe against the nose attached to the snout, earning a satisfying yelp as the wolf tumbled back down.

"AND STAY DOWN THERE FOR THE REST OF THE NIGHT!" He scolded, slamming the cellar door close and locking it.