Layla
A man had responded after examining Layla, "Nope. This one is definitely hurt. But it's pelt will make even more money.'" The man dragged Layla into the backyard, throwing her into another crate. The men had sat and began to polish his gun and fill it with gun powder. "We need to be careful while killing it, that black pelt is worth a lot and it can't get damaged." The other men replied lowly, "I know, I know. That fox is rare. I'm almost done with the gun, just give me a second." Layla had began to twitch slightly, trying to move and wake up.


