You stand there, staring at the foxes, then you start backing. Away, the foxes slowly walk towards you, you walk back to the altar and pick up the meat, then slowly walk back while making sure they can see the meat, they tilt their heads in curiosity, and slowly creep forwards, you take a step back for every 4 steps they take, until they’re right in front of you. You tear the meat into four equal pieces and give them to the foxes, then slowly back away once again, but not too far,
Signalling to them that you’ll fight, but that you wouldn't go as far as killing them, and that you would only do it in self defence. they seem to get the message and suddenly strange symbols surround you once more, this time in the ancient language, it’s difficult to make out but you manage to read it as “the trail is not done”, you feel that same lifting feeling, now followed by a warm sensation around your body, you feel more aware, like you could react to anything within milliseconds, you feel as if you’re connected in some way to the four foxes, then the feeling once again disappears. You walk up to the foxes slowly and kneel down, they respond by walking up to you and giving you a lick to the face, you smile, knowing that you’ve found yourself some new friends. However the moment is interrupted when a large gunshot is heard, followed by a bullet hole in the ground right next to one of the foxes, they let out a yelp and get behind the rocks that make up their den for cover, you go back to the altar and pick up the knife, wanting to protect the four foxes you had just befriended, you look around for the one who made the shot, then a spark comes off of the knife, on the side, you turn to your left and begin running, “big mistake you asshole!” You day as you spot the hunter, who then dropped their gun and pulled out a machete from a strap on their hip “guess I’ll have to deal with you first” they say as they charge at you, you hear a growl. Followed by the hunter yelling out “get offa me you little shit” one of the foxes bit onto his leg and were holding on as he shook his leg, eventually losing their grip and flying off into a tree, causing a branch to cut into its left hip, the hunter takes out a throwing knife and hurls it at the fox, what do you do?