“Riots? Why do we care that there’s rioting in Boone, Colorado?” Dean barely looked up from polishing his shotgun.

“Because several eye witnesses report seeing a person’s head explode, and tentacles emerging from the neck. Including a tentacle with a scythe-like blade that started slashing at people.”

Dean paused and looked up at Sam. “Alright, maybe there is somethin’. What else? I mean, this doesn’t sound like anything we’ve encountered before.” Dean frowned, then slowly started polishing the barrel of the gun again.

“Well, this started as a sort of outbreak of some mysterious illness. People coughing up blood, convulsions, hallucinations. Then people’s eyes started glowing red at night. Then these ‘riots’ broke out. Apparently, no one has been able to make contact with anyone in the town for several days.”

“What does Bobby have to say about all this?” Dean had completely stopped toying with the shotgun and left it resting across his lap.

“He’s looking into it, but it’s slow going. There’s not a whole lot out there on tentacled monsters that infect people.” Sam grimaced and closed his laptop.

“Well, pack your bags, I guess. And dress warm. January in Colorado ain’t no picnic.”

Several hours into the drive to Boone, Sam’s phone rang.

“Hey Bobby, what’ve you got?” Sam put his phone on speaker.

“I’m finding a whole lot of firewalls, that’s what. Whatever this thing is, the government has their hands in it. You boys best be careful out there, any sign of feds, you ought to split.”

“What about finding out what’s there, isn’t it kinda important that we figure out what this is and how to kill it?”

“Not if it runs you boys the risk of bein’ arrested. Information is valuable, but it ain’t worth your lives.” Dean rolled his eyes.

“So you’ve got nothing on these tentacled things?” Sam looked concerned.

“Well, I didn’t say I had nothin’. I found some really ancient mythos about something called ‘Las Plagas,’ originating from Spain. The text is centuries old, and it’s written in really old Spanish. But it describes the exact symptoms those people exhibited, from the spitting up blood, the convulsions, to the glowing eyes and the tentacles. Apparently these things were used to enslave people under a religious cult. Those with this parasite become somewhat like zombies, but follow the orders of their master without question. Like, tell ‘em to jump off a cliff and they’ll do it. I’m still searching for more on these things, but that’s what I got so far.”

“Anything on how to kill ‘em?” Dean asked.

“Nothin’ explicit, just that the hosts can take a hell of a beating before going down. This parasite makes them extremely resilient to pain.”

“Fuckin’ fantastic,” Dean snarled.

“If I find anything else, I’ll call you.”

“Thanks, Bobby.” Sam closed his phone and put it in his pocket, then stuffed his hands in his pockets to warm them.

“We’re getting’ close,” Dean said, as they rolled past a sign for Pueblo County, Colorado.

The fact that the people of this small town in Colorado had been infected with Las Plagas parasite had certain implications. Leon didn’t want to think about what this meant for Ada’s involvement in the events that autumn in Spain. Could it be that Wesker got the sample back from Ada, and has unleashed it? Does this mean that Ada was compromised by Wesker? Was she compromised by a third party? Is Ada…responsible for this? …No. He shook his head a little, trying to clear his mind.

Leon reloaded his handgun, then peered out from behind his cover. He didn’t see any Ganados in the immediate vicinity, so he crouched down and let out a long breath that he watched dissipate in the frigid air. He looked at the car he was using as cover, it seemed oddly out of place. A deep black, very shiny old car. Leon had never really cared much for cars, but this one was out of the ordinary, clearly special to someone… so that begs the question, what the hell is a beautiful car like this doing in the middle of nowhere, in this shitty weather, where there are people infected with Plagas? Leon cautioned a glance in one of the side windows of the vehicle to look for any hints about it’s owners. Old and crumpled wrappers from various fast food places littered the inside, along with what appeared to be someone’s laundry. Someone who wears a lot of flannel. Leon frowned, puzzled by this odd assortment. An undercover agent of Umbrella would likely not leave the inside of their car in such a state, nor did he know of any high-ranking agents that would lower themselves to the point of wearing flannel. And Ohio licence plates? Leon took a step back and looked at the entire car with an expression of concern. Confusion. He approached the driver’s door and peered in the front seat. Blankets, old coffee cups, and what appeared to be the handle of a handgun under the front seat. Someone well armed, that’s for sure.

Very well armed. Leon felt the distinct sensation of a gun’s muzzle against his back, as he could only assume the vehicle’s owner spoke.

“If I find she’s got so much as a scratch on her, you’re dead.” Leon slowly raised his hands in response.

“It’s a nice car. I was just looking.” Leon glanced at the reflection in the side of the car. Two men. Both huge. Both flannel clad. Shit.

“Of course she’s a nice car, now get the fuck away from her!”


Leon could hear a certain exasperation in the other man’s voice, as if he were all too familiar with Dean’s display of machismo. As sounds of approaching Ganados grew louder, Leon wasted no time. In one swift motion, he reached back and grabbed the muzzle of the gun (double barrel shotgun, a bit crude). He twisted it back as he spun around, and reverse roundhouse kicked Dean to the ground. He landed hard on his back, getting winded in the process. Leon took the shotgun, aiming it at Dean but keeping an eye on his…partner? Boyfriend? Brother? The other man looked rather large and menacing, but had the facial expression of someone who is entirely too fed up with this scenario. Leon squinted at him, unsure of how to proceed.

*cough* *splort* “Sammy…” *cough* *gasp* Dean started to sit up, seemingly unfazed by the gun pointed at him.

“Wait, you’re not one of them, are you?” Sammy asked. He gave Leon an inquisitive expression, completely ignoring Dean on the ground, who was rather melodramatically gasping for breath.

“No, I’m not infected. You guys aren’t either?” Leon relaxed a little, lowering the gun a bit. Dean didn’t seem to care it was pointed at him anyway.

“No, we’re trying to figure out what’s going on here. Who are you?”

Leon lowered the shotgun. “Name’s Leon. I work for the government under the Division of Security Operations. And you?”

Sammy smiled, shaking his hand. “I’m Sam, and this is my brother Dean.” Sam glanced down at Dean, who was still flat out on his back. Leon extended his hand to Dean to help him up, then shaking it as Dean stood upright. Dean looked at Leon from under a furrowed brow, sizing him up now that they stood side by side. Leon offered Dean his shotgun, then pulled out and fired his handgun at an infected that had started to sneak up behind Sam.

“Might need some backup, are you any good with this?” Leon teased, as he scanned the area. Dean ripped the shotgun from Leon’s hand, and cocked it dramatically.

“Of course I’m fucking good with it,” Dean snapped back. Leon glanced at Sam, who had procured a handgun from somewhere unseen. The sound of the gunshots had attracted the attention of all the nearby Ganados, and Leon frowned at the sight of the crowd heading towards them. Not having much confidence in his backup, Leon brainstormed for another solution. He glanced at the car beside them, the one Dean was so willing to commit murder to defend.

“This is going to get really wild if we don’t get out of here. If you don’t want your car to get damaged, I suggest you get in it and drive away very fast.” Leon took out a couple of fast approaching Ganados, thinning the crowd out slightly.

“And what, abandon the case? No, we aren’t going to just leave,” Dean snapped.

“Well, I can’t guarantee that you’ll survive this on your own, but if you let me come with you guys, I can tell you anything you want to know about what’s going on here and we can regroup and come back with a plan.” Leon waited, then glanced back at the brothers, who were having a very lively debate with facial expressions alone. While they duelled with their eyebrows, Leon took out a few more approaching Ganados.

Seeming to reach a wordless consensus, the brothers both turned and walked determinedly toward the car, Dean barking a “get in,” to Leon. He nodded, and turned to get in the back seat of the gorgeous monstrosity. He picked off a couple more Ganados before running out of ammo and getting in the car. Leon shoved the old food wrappers aside, clearing a space for him to sit. Then he reloaded his handgun, cranked the window down, and picked off some Ganados that wandered in their path. Dean swerved the car out of the way of a few bold individuals who dove in front of the car, and pulled out onto the main road with a screech of the tires. The engine roared, and they took off down the highway away from the town. Leon rolled the window back up as his ears started to complain of frostbite. He considered asking for a scarf, but looked at the state of the laundry keeping him company in the back seat, and decided against it.

“Ok, so can we go over this again? Who the hell are you?” Dean glared back at Leon through the rearview mirror. Leon locked his grey eyes to Dean’s brilliant green ones. He could see intense ferocity in them, masking a certain dreadful fear. He sighed and leaned back against the backseat, and pulled his ID out of his coat pocket.

“Leon Kennedy, D.S.O. agent working under the president’s direct orders. Everything I’ll be telling you is highly classified, and this information could get you killed if the wrong people find out you know. Just a disclaimer.” Sam took his government ID, and inspected it closely.

“Dean, this is real.” Sam whispered. Dean whipped his head to look at the ID, then back at the road. Leon watched from behind Dean as several different emotions cycled through their eyes. Sam turned and handed Leon his ID back, smiling sheepishly.

Leon smirked as he slipped it back in his coat pocket. “Don’t worry. If you guys are in any sort of trouble… Not my division.” He could see Dean’s eyes visibly soften through the rearview mirror, and Sam’s shoulders relaxed.

“Ok, so a really high level agent is here to look after a riot? Something doesn’t make a whole lot of sense about that.” Sam turned in his seat to face Leon.

“Right, this might be easier if you tell me how much you guys know about what’s going on.” Leon pulled a flask out of his coat pocket and took a sip of it, then offered it to Sam. Sam refused, but without asking, Dean took the flask and took a drink. While driving. Leon frowned, but shook his head and took the flask back.

“Well, we were hearing reports about riots in the area, which didn’t sound like anything too unusual, until someone said they witnessed someone’s head explode, and tentacles come out. That just seemed a bit…weird. We weren’t too far away from here, so we thought we’d check it out.” Sam looked back at Leon, looking somewhat unsure. “I know, it probably sounds crazy as hell.”

“Some people were saying they were zombies, but they aren’t acting like zombies. They’re too coherent. And they aren’t eating people. I mean…you know, if zombies were real.” Dean’s eyes shifted uncomfortably.

These guys know about zombies? Leon sighed, before taking another quick drink. “Yeah. They aren’t zombies. At least, not as I know them. Have you guys heard about Raccoon City?”

Sam’s back went rigid, and he slowly turned to look at Leon, with a bewildered expression. Dean’s eyes burned holes in Leon’s head through the mirror.

“Heh, I’ll take that as a yes. I was there.”

“What—” Sam’s eyes were wide.

“Ok, dude, you gotta tell us about that.” Dean added.

Leon chuckled and glanced out the window of the car. “Ok, so brief story of my life. I was supposed to start my first day of as a police officer in Raccoon City the day of the viral outbreak. I barely made it out alive. Afterwards, I was taken by the government and forced to work for them as a special agent. I don’t know what the alternative was. Probably not good. I didn’t see how I could return to a normal civilian life anyway, so I’ve been working for them ever since. A couple years ago, the president’s daughter was kidnapped, I don’t know if you guys heard about that.”

“Oh yeah, she’s kinda cute,” Dean said, smiling. Sam smacked his arm. “What? She is!”

Leon brought his hand to his face for a moment, and sighed. “Her name is Ashley. I was supposed to go rescue her. It turned into a mission to stop this religious cult from engaging in biowarfare. I managed to rescue Ashley and bring her home, but an agent working for Neo-Umbrella got away with a sample of the parasite.”



Leon looked at the brothers, who were staring at him with inquisitive expressions. “I told you this was complicated. So this religious cult group was called the Los Illuminados, and they had formed this bizarre religion where they would take this parasite into their bodies, Las Plagas.”

“So Bobby was right!” Sam interjected. Leon looked at Sam, puzzled. “Our friend Bobby has been researching this for us. He found a reference to something called Las Plagas. He said the symptoms the infected hosts were exactly what these people had, but there wasn’t much information on them he could find.”

Leon gave Sam a concerned expression. Considering how tight-lipped the government had been about the discovery and use of Las Plagas thus far, he had no idea how a bunch of flannel-clad cowboys knew about something like this. But he decided there would be time later to ask how they knew, right now they needed to get on the same page.

“Ok, so what do you know about Las Plagas so far?” Leon took another gulp of the bitter whisky from his flask.

“Uh, well, that people start out with convulsions, coughing up blood, hallucinations. Then their eyes glow red and they become somewhat like zombies, but they’re being controlled by some sort of master… he wasn’t able to find very much.”

Leon smiled, the warmth of the whisky easing some of the pain of the frostbite. “That’s all true. There’s two strains of Plagas: the submissive, and the dominant. The submissive strain is what infects most people, the dominant is what is used to control them. Those with the dominant strain retain some of their faculties, but those with the submissive strain are either held under total control, or the process of the parasite attempting to take hold simply kills them.”

“So someone is controlling them? How do we find out who?” Dean, oddly quick on the uptake.

“Well, that remains to be seen. My entire team was wiped out, so I’ve got no other backup, not until reinforcements can get here. Which could be several days. So it’s just us trying to figure this out. Speaking of, what’s your story? I’m kind of curious why two flannel-clad hillbillies are so interested in issues of natural security.” Sam shot Leon a glare, while Dean’s eyes did nothing to conceal the gears crunching in his mind as he grasped for a comeback.

“Yeah, well at least my haircut don’t cost me a hundred bucks, pretty boy,” Dean snapped. Leon scoffed, smiling.

“We aren’t hillbillies. We’re hunters” Sam still looked offended.

“Hunters. Like, game hunters?” Leon looked at them, puzzled.

“No, not so much.” Sam chuckled.

“We hunt the shit that goes bump in the night. Supernatural shit.” Dean was focusing a serious stare at Leon.

“Supernatural? Like, ghosts?” Leon frowned, not sure how much of this he was willing to believe.

“Ghosts, demons, you name it. If there’s a fairy tale about it, it probably exists. And we’ve probably killed it.” Dean’s eyes had gotten oddly gleeful for such a dark topic.

“Part of me doesn’t want to believe you, but I survived Raccoon City, so I can’t exactly say it’s out of the realm of possibility.”

“You can believe it, or you can choose to ignore it. But it’s out there, and it’s up to us to keep it from killing everyone.”

Leon looked at Dean with a sudden heart-wrenching ache in his chest. That need to protect the innocent, to save people. It’s what’s kept him going all these years, and he can see the same is motivating Dean at his core. Suddenly the displays of macho posturing made sense. He pulled his flask out again, and took a sip. Then, he handed the flask to Dean.

“Why so mopey all of a sudden?” Dean looked back at Leon as he took the flask and sipped from it.

“It’s just… I know how it feels, to feel responsible for protecting people. To feel like the fate of the world is in your hands. It’s an immense pressure. It does things to you.” Leon glanced out the window, the whisky starting to warm his cheeks.

“It don’t exactly pay well, in any sense.” A heavy silence fell over the car, only the howling winter wind as they drove across the barren landscape. Signs that they were nearing the city of Pueblo had started to crop up, mostly the fact that aircraft were flying very low toward the airport. Dean pulled into a small roadside motel parking lot. The sound of Leon’s phone ringing startled everyone in the car, and Leon cursed under his breath as he fumbled for his phone with his frostbitten hands.

“Hunnigan, what’ve you got?”

“Leon, where are you? We’d lost contact with everyone else deployed in Boone, I was starting to get worried.”

“I managed to escape unharmed, but everyone else was killed. I tried to warn them, but they didn’t believe me. Not until it was too late. I came across some hunters that got ambushed during all this, and we escaped together. We’re heading to Pueblo now.”


Leon frowned, realizing he’d just given them up. He looked up to see Dean and Sam staring daggers at him. “Uh, yeah, these guys were out hunting some bison in the area, so they were well armed and managed to escape the onslaught.” Leon shot the brothers an apologetic glance, and saw they had relaxed.

“Well, however you managed it, I’m glad you got out of there. They’re planning to send in military reinforcements to take down anyone infected in the area. If you can manage to get yourself somewhere safe, I can arrange for a chopper to come pick you up.”

“But if they just go in there guns blazing, we’ll never find out who’s responsible for this! After everything that happened in Spain, we can’t just let it happen again here.”

“You’re right, Leon. But I don’t know what we can do to stop them from going in there with the full force of the US military. If you want to find out who or what’s behind this, you better do it fast.” Hunnigan sounded stressed, and Leon instantly felt bad for putting her through this.

“I’m sorry, Hunnigan. But I can’t just walk away from this.”

“I know, Leon. I’ll keep you up to date on what the military is doing. Call me if you need anything.” He grimaced and put his phone away.

“Bison?” Sam looked amused.

“Speaking of, I could go for some steak,” Dean lamented.

Leon laughed a little. “Yeah, I’m starving. Want to get some food? My treat?” Leon smiled at the brothers, whose faces lit up like kids on Christmas morning.

“Hell yeah!” Dean was grinning wildly.

“Although, I must insist that if we’re eating at a restaurant, we eat at a nicer one than ‘Butt-fuck-nowhere Motel Diner.’ Is there an Outback Steakhouse around here?”

Dean’s smile seemed to spread beyond the confines of his face. “Fuck YES.” He excitedly pulled the car back out of the parking lot and back on the highway into Pueblo.

Leon could feel the whisky warming the blood in his veins, but despite being inebriated, he was concerned at how much their driver was drinking. At least, until he saw Sam had snuck the keys out of Dean’s coat pocket. Leon smiled, then poured Dean another drink.

“So dude, you said you were there. What was it like?” Dean’s words were starting to slur.

“What? Oh, you mean Raccoon City? Shit… it was a whole level of hell that was beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. Even the time I spent in Spain infected with that fucking parasite, wasn’t as bad as Raccoon City.”

“Woah woah…hold on, you had the parasite?” Sam lowered his voice to a whisper.

“Oh, shit, yeah. They knocked me out and implanted an egg into me. I got it out using a machine their researcher had developed.”

“So it is possible to kill these things?” Sam looked hopeful. Leon sighed, and took another drink.

“Yes and no. With a very highly specialized type of radiation used before the parasite is fully developed, the host has a chance at survival. Ashley and I were incredibly lucky in that we managed to remove it in time and survive the procedure. But once it’s fully developed, killing the parasite kills the host.” Leon looked at his reflection in his whisky before downing the last of it.

“So…Bobby said the infected are really fuckin’ tough. Like, they don’t feel pain or somethin’. Are they weak against anything? Like, fire?” Dean rested his arms on the table to steady himself.

“They’re sensitive to UV light. The dominant Plagas, not as much. But the submissive strain can be easily killed with a flash of UV light. Sunlight, flash grenades. Both work well against them. Mind you, only when the head has been damaged and the parasite is exposed. Otherwise, it just kinda pisses ‘em off. They aren’t exactly weak to fire, but it’s pretty effective. Mostly though, just aim for the head, then kill the exposed parasite with a flash.”

“What was it like? Bein’ infected with it?” Dean was hanging on Leon’s every word, with awe and wonder in his eyes.

“Hell. Vomiting, coughing up blood. Hallucinating, and occasionally I’d lose control and try to kill someone I cared about.” Memories of feeling his own hands around Ada’s throat flashed in his mind, and he winced. “The agony it took to remove the damn thing was well worth it.” Leon went quiet, and picked at the bones on his plate.

“We’re gonna find the son’s of bitches that did this, I swear we will.” Dean wavered in his seat, but steadied himself with a hand on Leon’s shoulder. Leon smiled at drunk Dean, blushing a little.

“You did mention knowing about the people who might be behind this, both to us, and to the woman on the phone earlier. What do you think is going on?” Sam asked, raising an eyebrow and smiling at the obvious flirting Dean was doing.

“When I was in Spain, an agent working for…someone…showed up. She’s the one who escaped with the sample of the parasite. I don’t know what happened after she got away, but I don’t like what this situation implies. Thing is, I know her, and her loyalties are always up in the air. So this could be the work of Umbrella, or a third party organization, or anyone really. And if I’m going to put an end to this bioterrorism, I need to figure out who’s behind it.”

“Well, how can we find out who’s controlling the submissive hosts?” Sam asked.

“The dominant Plaga is able to control the slaves with hypersonic sound waves. Too high a frequency for the human ear to hear, but it could theoretically be detected with a modified radio device.” Leon leaned back in his seat.

“What, like this one?” Dean held up a gruesome device that resembled…a cassette player? Leon frowned, and squinted at it. “It’s an EMF reader, it’s for detecting ghosts. Works on the same principle. Could easily be tweaked to search for the frequency you’re talkin’ about.” Dean set the EMF scanner on the table in front of Leon, who picked it up and began turning it over in his hands.

“Yeah, if this could be tweaked to scan for the right frequency, we’ve basically got ourselves a radar that’ll locate the master.” Leon’s eyes lit up as he continued to look the device over.

“Fuckin’ genius, I’m tellin’ ya.” Dean tapped a finger to his temple while shooting an indignant look to Sam. He stood up, tripped over his chair leg and fell face first to the floor.

“Maybe it’s time to turn in for the night?” Sam asked, a sneer to his tone.

Leon woke to a brutal pain in his head, sunlight burning his retinas through the uncovered window. He tried to roll over, but found he was restrained by an arm holding him. He looked over to see Dean splayed out on the bed next to him… wearing nothing but his boxers, and snoring softly. Vague flashes of the steakhouse, a very snuggly car ride with Dean curled up in the backseat with him, Sam offering to stay in a separate room… he could barely remember what happened the night before. He shook his head and gently lifted Dean’s arm off of him so he could get up. The clothes scattered around the room told their own story of what happened that night. Leon grimaced as he closed the curtains to try and dim the light and the screaming pain in his head.

The change in lighting dynamic startled Dean awake, and he jumped and snorted while trying to breathe. “Wha? Hnnngh… ugh, how much did I— DUDE.”

Leon turned to face him, looking puzzled. “What?”

“Um, pants?”

Leon looked down, seeing that he too was rather…bare. “Speak for yourself. And from what I remember of  last night, you were the one drooling all over me.” Leon smirked, and slipped his pants on.

Dean groaned loudly and sat up. “Could you pass me my pants?” Dean asked. Leon turned and shot him a ‘get-your-own-damn-pants’ look, until he saw Dean holding the sheets over himself protectively. Oh. Oh.

“Yeah, here.” Leon laughed a little, and winked at Dean as he handed him his jeans.

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Lessons From the Fox

After some introspection and reading tonight, I have come to understand that the fox has become an important symbol for me for very good reasons.

Foxes are most active at dawn and dusk. They also make their dens along the edge where a forest meets open fields. This makes them creatures of in-between times and in-between places. This is very representative of a sort of transitional state, much like the one I find myself in now. My place of residence is not permanent, but I am unsure of where to seek a permanent residence. I am approaching the end of my financial aid due to sickness, but I am unsure where my next place of employment or income will be. So I will be remembering the clever fox when navigating the coming weeks and months.

Always be mindful of your surroundings: rather than stirring large changes to my environment, instead adapt myself to the surroundings or circumstances. Use the cleverness, quick-thinking, and adaptability of the fox to reach my goals without disturbing the environment around me.

One tidbit of wisdom is to be aware of my own habits, and then attempt a different angle of action when dealing with new circumstances. Trying something new may reveal an effective alternative to the old habit.

When attempting to make decisions, step back and view the situation as a whole. Allow all the tiniest details to become clear, until I have the most complete picture of all sides of the decision to be made. Then look for the subtle route, the one with least resistance, the least impact.

When attempting to solve problems, be persistent in analyzing the problem as wholly as I can, and consider as many possible solutions as I can. Failing that, have patience to wait it out, as the problem may be a matter of time.

Learn to make the most of the situation I am in, seeing it for what it is, rather than what I wish it to be. Be resourceful, as sustenance can be found in unexpected places. Instead of resisting the situation, use my adaptability and cleverness to make the best of things as they are.

While not necessarily a social butterfly, the fox can use their intelligence, cunning, observation, and adaptation to “fit right in.” Otherwise, I already know I am a quiet observer who can sort of exist unnoticed at a gathering.

These traits can leave me seeming emotionally distant or detached. This also makes me very flighty and I’ll change my mind on a whim, which is very frustrating to more grounded individuals.

The clever and insightful mind can, if one is not careful, earn the label of manipulative.

Always remember to look beyond the ego and see the world around you. Consider what impact my actions have on others. Listen before speaking and listen carefully, as my sharp mind may hear things that others are missing.

Foxes in the wild are generally monogamous, but only pair off for mating season as they spend most of their time solitary in their own territory. They are also known to stay in tight family units, where one parent will care for the young while the other hunts. If the mother is killed before the kits are fully grown, the father will remain with them and protect them and try to raise them on his own. This translates to mean that I should always remain loyal to my family (“adopted” or not), and through whatever adversity, no matter how hopeless the future may seem, to never back away from their side. It also speaks to my rather uncuddly demeanour with not just boyfriend, but most people. I am very loving and caring, but not in an overly snuggly way. But the lesson that I want to highlight now is this:

I am loyal. I am persistent. I am clever. I am working on being patient. We haven’t tried every solution, we haven’t thought of every detail. So I am saying this now, on the record: boyfriend, you are still my boyfriend. You will remain my boyfriend as long as you’re willing to be persistent, patient, and loyal with me. I love you.

The whole theory behind this exercise was just to see if my fox sightings and sudden fixation had any relevant themes in my life as it is. Turns out, quite a bit. I don’t believe there are magic animal spirits watching over me or guiding me. I’m not a mystic. But I do know that the symbolic traits of the fox, no matter how contrived, have given me some good things to think about. I’ve been in this panic, not sure what was going to become of me, where I was to live, where my bank account was going to get refilled from, or whether or not I could rescue the romance between boyfriend and I. But I feel like I have some focus, and some new ways to conduct myself in order to make better use of the situation I’m in. I approve of this symbolism.

Fox Funny

Fox As a Spirit Animal: Reference Material

This post is throwing together some material about what others have to say about seeing the fox as a spirit guide. I have included links to the source articles in the titles of each section. Those are just links to where I found the material, I’m not here to start a war over who originally wrote something (although if you leave me a link to your source material, I will happily include it as well!).

Fox Animal Symbolism and Meaning

In China, fox animal symbolism revolved around the afterlife. Lore has it that a fox sighting was thought to be a signal from the spirits of the deceased.

Fox animal symbolism takes a turn of intelligence in the Celtic realm, as the Celts believed the fox to be a guide, and was honoured for its wisdom. The Celts understood the fox knows the woods intimately, and they would rely upon the fox as their guide in the spirit world.

In Japan, the fox was considered one of the rain spirits, and a messenger of Inari the rice god. Here the fox also symbolizes longevity and protection from evil.

In Native American lore, fox animal symbolism deals with two interpretations. One perspective (Northern tribes) observes the fox as a wise and noble messenger. The other (Plains tribes) views the fox as a trickster playing pranks, or worse – luring one to demise.

Overwhelmingly, cultural consensus on fox animal symbolism deals with themes like…

Fox Animal Symbolism and Meanings

  • cunning
  • strategy
  • quick-thinking
  • adaptability
  • cleverness
  • wisdom

It is noteworthy to observe the fox while it is on the hunt. We see its entire body is pointed like an arrow – straight and tightly aimed. This is a symbolic message for us to set a determined, and powerfully focused mindset in order to “hit the target” of our desires.

Red Fox Meaning – Solar Attributes

The red in the fox is representative of a solar emblem. As a solar emblem the fox animal symbolism deals with:

  • passion
  • desire
  • intensity
  • expression

The fox encourages us to think outside of the box and use our intelligence in different, creative ways. The fox also brings us a message to try to approach our circumstances differently that we normally would. Be aware of some of our habits, and try a different angle of action.

The fox also a reminder that we must utilize all of our resources (seen and unseen) in order to accomplish our goals. Sometimes this means calling upon some unorthodox methods.

Furthermore, the fox is a sign to be mindful of our surroundings.

Phenomenally effective shapeshifters and incredibly adaptable, the fox beckons us to not make too many waves but rather, adapt to our surroundings, blend into it, and use our surroundings (and circumstances) to our advantage.

Other generalized fox symbolic meanings deal with…

Qualities the Fox Totem Facilitates

  • focus
  • determination
  • right-action

It should be obvious from this summary that fox animal symbolism goes far beyond what we may see on the surface. On the contrary, the fox has an incredible amount of knowledge and wisdom to share with us if/when we are willing to be still for the teachings.

Spend some meditative time with the spirit of the fox – odds are you will be amazed at the powerful insight this regal creature has to offer you.

Fox, Power Animal, Symbol of Camouflage, Quick Wit, Cunning, Agility, Magic

Foxes are seen as power animals / totems throughout the world. The Chinese believed foxes could take human form. In Egypt the fox brought favour from the gods. There was a fox god in Peru. Foxes aid the dead get to the next life in Persia. The Cherokees, Hopi and various other Native American Indian tribes believed in its healing power, the Apache credited the fox with giving man fire.

Fox is amongst the most uniquely skilled and ingenious animals of nature. Being a night creature, fox is often imbued with supernatural powers. Foxes are usually seen at dawn and dusk. Dusk starts off their day, and the dawn is its ending. This is the time, when the world of magic and our every day realities cross paths. Foxes live on the edges of forests and open lands, the border areas. As fox is an animal of the between times and places, it can be a guide into the faerie realm. Fox has a long past of magic and cunning associated with it. It can move in and out of circumstance restoring order or causing confusion, depending on the occasion.

There are various species of fox, but they all share the extreme cleverness and cunning that paved the way for the expression, “sly as a fox.” Fox urges us to develop the art of camouflage, invisibility, and shape shifting. They are agile, skilled, and unpredictable.

Fox’s power lies in not being able to outrun the hounds, but to know in advance when they will be out hunting. They then use their ability to camouflage. When we learn to detach from our surroundings and to use all our senses to be observant, we will also be able to anticipate and create the future. A fox being followed by hounds will run across the tops of walls, cross streams diagonally, double back on its trail, run in circles – in short, do anything to break the trail of its scent. Fox has the amazing ability to outwit both predators and prey. Fox shows us how to slip out of unpleasant situations quietly and unnoticed. Those with fox as a spirit guide are frequently smart and witty but must remember to keep their crafty and clever demeanour balanced or it could backfire. Fox can also show you that your actions may be too obvious and the need to learn to be more discreet. Fox is a wise, potent, teacher for those who choose to live conscious and deliberate lives.

Due to their ability to blend into their surroundings, foxes are generally viewed as sly and cunning beings. Calling someone foxy is not always paying them a compliment, it can also mean that they are tricksters or liars.

Interestingly, the word cunning, originates in the Old English word, kenning, which means to know, especially as applied to seeing something which isn’t visible straight away. This can be related to the fox’s superb sight and their ability to anticipate.

Fox can show us the skills necessary when it comes to handling people. The ability to camouflage can be deduced as being able to take a step back and view an interpersonal situation with detachment. This includes opening up the less obvious senses, such as intuition.

Often the underlying basis of a situation may seem obvious, but instead of making a quick judgment, listen closely to the outer and inner senses. Then you may perhaps get a completely different picture of what is going on. When the outer situation and the inner senses don’t match it is wise to handle like a Fox, to trust ones intuition/instinct/inner voice, and to lay low.

Just like the wolf, the fox partner’s for life, and is very devoted to its young. Many of its clever hunting techniques are keyed to acquire food for the helpless young and the nursing vixen. This is am important element of the foxes power. Similarly, our own awareness, and flexibility can be used to greater ends, not just to serve ourselves.

Fox’s Wisdom Includes: Shape shifting, cleverness, observational skills, cunning, stealth, camouflage, feminine, courage, invisibility, ability to observe unseen, persistence, gentleness, swiftness, wisdom, reliable friend, magic, shape shifting, invisibility.

Fox can teach us to control our auras so we are more able to live in harmony with the world and others.

If fox is your power animal, learning to be invisible is very important in your life. Picture yourself blending in with your surroundings, becoming part of everything. Be extremely still and quiet. With practice and patience you will be able to go unnoticed even at a party or in a crowd. Fox also teaches good eating habits, as they eat small portions frequently. You have probably heard the suggestion that this is better for our health.

If fox is your power animal, pay attention to the way it moves and follow its lead. This is a powerful guide to have and those that have it to should learn to use its skills for the benefit of all, including themselves.

Fox’s Wisdom Includes

  • Shape shifting
  • Cleverness
  • Observational skills
  • Cunning
  • Stealth
  • Camouflage
  • Feminine courage
  • Invisibility
  • Ability to observe unseen
  • Persistence
  • Gentleness
  • Swiftness

Fox Spirit Meaning, Symbols, and Totem

Fox Spirit Symbols:

  • Cleverness
  • Cunning
  • Intelligence
  • Observation
  • Stealth
  • Camouflage
  • Invisibility
  • Diplomacy
  • Deception
  • Persistence
  • Patience
  • Swiftness
  • Adaptation
  • Wisdom
  • Healing
  • Unpredictability
  • Creation

Fox Meaning and Medicine:

The spirit of Fox brings with it many different meanings. If the Fox totem has snuck into your life recently take a moment to stop and reflect on some of the following messages:

Camouflage, Observation:

Have you recently attracted unwanted attention, have you become disorganized and indecisive? The most prominent characteristic of the fox guide is its ability to become one with its environment. If you’ve stepped into the middle of an argument or difficult situation it may be time to reduce your presence and role in the confrontation. Step back and evaluate the situation from a distance, be silent and observe the minor details. You’ll soon find that pressing into these matters creates resistance, the details should reveal a more subtle route of influence, take it, and you’ll find success.

Persistence, Patience:

Is the solution to a problem evading you, have you rushed into an important decision? Fox spirit is the grand problem solver, this totem’s appearance in your life carries great meaning. The spirit will guide you to solitude and silence until the way out is shown. Like a fox breaking into a chicken coop hit the problem from every angle. Failing that, sit back and wait. Wise old fox spirits will often lay unmoving for hours, playing dead. Curious scavengers that come to investigate find themselves a nasty surprise. The meaning here is that a healthy combination of persistence and patience will strike a balance that picks apart a problem until it is solved.

Diplomacy, Deception:

Is a person in your life being difficult, or is someone sticking their nose in your personal business when they shouldn’t? The fox guide is one of the most cunning in nature. Pursued foxes will double back on their tracks, cross waters, and climb trees in order to deceive their hunters. Foxes have also been observed dancing about playfully and confusingly nearby prey all the while inching closer and closer. The meaning here is the illusion of paying no attention to their prey until the final moment and pounce, it’s over. Failing clever tactics the fox guide brings the message of diplomacy. Camouflage works perfectly for fading away, but also when blending into a social situation. Swallow your pride, try flattery, conform to the desires of your quandary and you’ll find them more and more likely to see your point of view without so much as an argument.

Cleverness, Adaptation:

Are you having trouble adjusting to a new living situation or job, do you feel like you’re barely scraping by? When sly fox totem crosses your path it can be to open your eyes, to make you clever enough to see a situation, not as you wish it to be, but as it IS. Foxes are experts at finding food anywhere; they eat rodents, berries, carrion, insects, eggs, garbage and more. When a situation or environment is difficult don’t be stubborn, be fluid, and adaptable, you can find sustenance in the oddest of places. Don’t resist your situation, use the symbolism and medicine of adaptation and cleverness, you have all the tools and resources you need to turn money, career, or living difficulties around.

People with Fox Totem are…

  • Crafty
  • Socially Accepted
  • Intelligent
  • Great Listeners
  • Unpredictable
  • Adaptable
  • Very Perceptive

The Good:

Like many totems in the canine family Fox people are intensely loyal. In nature foxes typically mate with a single partner or are monogamous. This companionship however is typically only during mating season and foxes spend the majority of their time in their own separate territory.

Fox people are often a joy to watch or be around. They can be energetic, outgoing, personable, and very flattering. Conversely, fox people can also be withdrawn (see below). While not exactly social butterflies fox people can use that sly energy, their keen sense of camouflage to “fit right in”. People who possess the power of the fox are great quiet observers and are skilled at remaining unnoticed. This means that they blend into their environment, moving around unnoticed in any kind of company and society.

They can adapt and portray themselves as whoever they need to be in a given interaction. This affinity for fitting in often means fox people are jacks of all trades, taking interest and educating themselves superficially in great number of areas while mastering none. This allows them to chat or small talk with ease whenever they care to. This doesn’t mean fox people are disingenuous, people with this totem often really do care and take an active interest in the feelings of those around them.

The intelligence or cleverness of fox people can’t be understated. People with this totem are very creative problem solvers and can seem eccentric because they are quick to think outside the box. Quick thinking or wit is definitely common tool for a fox person. This quick thinking can translate into “fast talk”, or the ability to talk your way into our out of situations by confounding or confusing others. This, and their problem solving, allows fox people to excel in careers and professions of all shapes and sizes.

While young people with this totem often rely on their physical traits of agility and quick thinking, an older fox recognizes that there’s a great deal going on behind the scenes and leverages this wisdom of details to their advantage.

The Not so Good:

As mentioned above, despite being socially adaptable many fox people can be emotionally distant or detached. Playing the role of quiet observer or blending constantly into the background is not uncommon. This distance may be a conscious or unconscious choice and used as a defensive mechanism to protect from the pain or disappointment of difficult relationships. Another defensive mechanism is the fox person’s fluffy coat which exaggerates this totem’s stature. Fox people may talk themselves up or misrepresent their deeds as being greater than they actually are in order to gain favor in others’ eyes.

Fox people can be very flighty or airy and can change their minds or direction on a whim. This can be very frustrating to more grounded individuals as it can be hard to keep pace with the capricious behaviour of this totem. Also, consider that many with this totem may be a “devil’s advocate” or be difficult because they enjoy “the chase” or leading you around by the nose. Because of their clever and insight fox people who aren’t careful can be viewed as manipulative or tricksters.

Fox’s Message:

Fox brings the message and symbol of camouflage and cunning. The fox totem guides us to use our instincts and creative energies. When we learn to blend into our surroundings and to observe with all of our senses we will be able to anticipate and create the future as we wish it to be.

Lessons from Fox:

  • The Fox Totem conceals a lot of medicine and good in its little den. Knowing the Fox Spirit and its ways will help you maintain balance and harmony in everything you do. This power animal is renowned for its superb senses.
  • The Fox has a heightened sense of smell. As a power animal and spirit guide, the Fox will help you to sniff out subtle things in life and alert you to unpleasant and difficult situations.
    Fox’s keen eyesight carries a message that may teach you to see beyond your ego and to be able perceive the Spirit realms. Look carefully for there is a whole separate world within your gaze.
    The Fox has sensitive hearing, it is said that he can hear a mouse from over a hundred feet away. The symbolism here is that listening is often more important than speaking. You may also be able to hear the whispered messages of the Great Spirit.
  • The Fox has great instincts and is physically and mentally agile. These features symbolize ways to respond quickly to situations by using the power of inner instincts and innate wisdom.
  • The body of the Fox is quite small in comparison to its canine cousins, but its thick fur coat offers good protection and gives these little guys the appearance of being much larger than they actually are. Focus on your natural gifts, and consider how your appearance affects perception.
  • Fox spirit comes out of hiding right before dawn or at dusk and often hunts under the cover of darkness. By living between light and darkness, the Fox can perceive both worlds. Notice these transitions, and consider how we all live in different worlds.
  • They are masters of camouflage. The fox teaches how to grasp the concept of unity with our surroundings and how to use this knowledge wisely on all levels. Being in harmony with one’s surroundings is important to people who carry this medicine.
  • Lastly, Fox totem guides us to good eating habits – not from what it eats, but from the way it eats. The fox is a grazer; it eats small amounts throughout the day and will store any food that is in excess. The Fox spirit is not a picky eater and readily accepts whatever is available. This is a great lesson, as eating small amounts frequently will keep your metabolism burning at a steady rate and give you lasting energy.

Fox in Dreams:

The Fox spirit appears in our dreams to inspire creative energies and instill an overarching awareness. The different ways this animal appears bring many different meanings.

  • If the fox totem is on the edge or your vision, or barely glimpsed in your dream this means that there is something you need to pay attention to, something that has been evading your grasp.
  • Foxes that quickly disappear or are seen from hiding places means you should conceal your motivations and actions, be discreet and avoid notice.
  • When the fox spirit is friendly, or acts very similar to a dog this is a message and symbol to embrace the traits and qualities of this power animal.
  • If you are afraid of the fox or it seems somehow hostile this can represent one of two things. A fox symbolizes a person in your life that is causing you grief by being manipulative or difficult. Alternatively, you are ignoring important details and it’s time you pay attention!
  • When a fox appears mysteriously, at night, or it pauses in the distance and looks at you, it is a message and symbol to take some time to ponder some issue or reflect upon your life.

Cultural Symbolism:

Foxes have been deified, demonized, and revered in cultures throughout time and history. The fox’s traits and features are so strong and symbolic that most peoples have been quick to recognize this power animal as deeply significant and carrying important meaning.

Native American:

The Apache tribe credits fox with bringing fire to humans, and many Native American Tribes saw this spirit totem as a protector and healing symbol. Several Native American tribes also believed foxes were powerful shape changers that would take human form.


Many Celtic and Gaelic tribes revered the fox as a master of the woods and a symbol of the guide.


Ancient Romans and Greeks regarded foxes as fire demons. One story tells of a giant fox, the Teumessian Fox, sent to earth by the gods as a punishment to be pursued without ever being caught.


Egyptians wore fox furs to gain favor with their gods, and there are many stories and legends that sprung forth from Mesopotamia and the surrounding regions.


The Fox can take on human form according to Chinese and if given the proper attention can bring good fortune. The fox also symbolizes cunning and long life.


Christian myth often associates foxes with the devil. Because its depredations damage the vines and grapes which symbolize the church, the fox symbolizes those who spread heresy, and persecution. In Luke 13:32, Jesus calls Herod a fox. Jesus warns those who would walk with Him, “Foxes have holes and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay His head” (Mt. 8:20; Luke 9:58).


The Japanese fox or Kitsune has a deep routed and complex mythology. They believed foxes were powerful magical and intelligent beings. Foxes also became associated with the kami, or spirit, of rice and fertility.


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