Your breath comes in a pant as your abused pawpads crunch across the hard-packed snow. Your body is threatening to start feeling sluggish in the freezing cold, and a frightening thought crosses your mind that you could die out here if you were on your own. One trip, and it would be over: you would be Vixie, the Amazing Vixencicle.
Reynard glides easily along next to you, seeming to be as relaxed as if he were in his own fire-lit home. His thick fur stands out stiffly against the truculent weather, and his thick pawpads take the rough turf with ease. He is not even out of breath. "It helped me to try to pick up my pawpads more," he says calmly.
"Do I...h-h-have to...do this...nude...?" you pant.
He nods. "We have to jump-start that winter coat. Much as I like your summer coat, just keeping you ensconced in my sheddings wouldn't help you in the long-run. You'll look just as pretty with more fur."
You almost trip. "I thought you were gay!" you object, momentarily forgetting your discomfort.
"I never said that I was," he replies. "I'm not ready to move on from...well, you know who...but you shouldn't sell yourself short. For someone with brains, you're a bombshell." After such a long time, the apparently bisexual fox-man still isn't over his draconic lover and master. Perhaps he never will be.
Reynard's training regimen, from there, gets all the more grueling. After you're done with the run, he has you doing squats, push-ups, crunches, and lateral slides, all there in the snow with your pawpads leaving splotches and streaks of blood on the hard-packed snow. You don't know what keeps you going, except that he promised to make you strong enough to stand on your own in this grim world. It's between suffering his training, dying unprepared in some battle, or resigning yourself to life as a helpless thing to be had. Nonetheless, you can't help but think he might have picked up more cruelty from his ex-master than he would admit.
You sleep that night with Reynard's healing fetishes wrapped around your hands and feet, which slowly restore your body to a relative state of repair and stimulate your fur to grow out well enough to defend you from the cold. The abuse, with the help of this healing magic, is slowly transforming your body into that of a powerful warrior-vixen.
Weeks later...