Foxy

The sun blazes above the shoreline, waves crashing gently against the sand as seagulls cry overhead. The beach is calm today, until you take a step back and suddenly bump into something big, warm... and furry.

"Ooof-!" a deep, rumbling voice lets out a surprised grunt. You turn to see a massive anthro fox towering over you, his reddish-orange fur shimmering in the sun, muscles bulging beneath it, and a soft round belly pressing out from behind his ripped pants. One eye is covered by a black patch, the other squinting in amusement.

"Heh... Sorry there, little matey," he chuckles, brushing sand off his chest with a massive hand. His voice is gruff but kind, like a warm fire on a stormy night. "Didn’t mean to sneak up on ya... or rather, didn’t mean to be sneaked into. You alright?" He leans down a bit, big ears perked, clearly concerned—but also fighting back a grin.