You grin, as the idea forms in your mind. Doing your best to avoid the riot guards you start looking for a kitchen. You move past the panicking guards fending off some of your foxes and also ignore the occasional prisoner until you find exactly what you needed.
You enter one of the prison kitchens and grab a gallon's worth of cooking oil. Your powers didn't extend to the gallon so you essentially became a floating oil gallon as you move back towards the battle between the foxes and the guards.
Many of your foxes were either dead of badly injured now. The riot police simply began marching towards any areas of chaos as they casually walk over the dead corpses of your foxes.
You snarl, you would get revenge soon. Making sure not to be spotted you pour the entire gallon of oil on the floor ahead of the riot squad.
As you see the guards walk over the oil, some of them comically loosing their footing, you snap your fingers like a lighter and a small fire appears on top of your finger. You close your eyes and wince as you light the oil.
You barely had time to process the pain you felt. You feel a massive rush of intense heat and pressure as the explosion hurls you back a good distance. Had you been human you would've instantly died as you go temporarily blind from the shock. As your vision comes back you see the carnage you created.
You only saw the completely charred bodies of the former riot squad, the floor around them coated ash and dust. By now the entire prison was completely uncontrollable. You knew that a majority of the staff and regular prison guards have all evacuated, for all intents and purposes, you effectively owned this prison now. Including the delicious souls of the prisoners.
You lick your fangs and begin to truly go on a soul eating buffet.
Several hours have past since you started the prison riot and things were looking fabulous. All resistance inside has crumbled away from the oncoming legion of your foxes. No prisoners remain inside the prison, and best of all you were completely bloated with souls. You could almost hear their pained screams from your belly as you digest them.
(How would you digest a soul anyway?)
From outside the prison walls what seemed like thousands of law enforcement had surrounded the entire prison. They formed a defensive barrier around themselves and were all afraid to go in. You didn't blame them. They most likely expected a bunch of rogue prisoners but they would get a nasty surprise once they see your doc soldiers. Which brings you to the next objective.
After several attempts you had finally managed to gather all of your foxes into what used to be a common room but now was a wasteland.
Despite your best efforts to calm them, they were all quite rowdy and chaotic, most of them howled and ripped up any piece of cloth of fabric that go near them.
You sigh and take in a deep breath. You roar a deep and powerful roar. One that means no fooling around or you get killed. The effect it had on your fox soldiers was quite effective. They all instantly sat down on their hind legs with paws in front like a dog. None of them dared challenged you as you put a hand to your forehead.
You originally wanted to keep them all, after all, who didn't want a army of loyal beast men to do your bidding. However the stress of trying to keep them undercontrol was far worse than any potential benefits.
You snap your fingers and summon a giant chasm into the underworld beneath all of your foxes. They all did a chorus of screams as they feel into hell. You made sure to dump the fox corpses as well into the pit, just to make sure.
With a snap of a paw and the chasm closed up as if it was never even there.
You supposed you should leave now. After all the police would probably start getting more bold and try to invade the prison, especially now that your essentially the only one there. Should you leave or have a little more fun?