Todd
Meat had never tasted so good. As the weak fox tore into his cached meal on the outskirts of Foresta, he reflected for the first time on how he had come to this state. It had all started when he was journeying through the mountains in south of Forte. He had been just fine up there in seclusion until those blasted rains had come. He didn't even get the chance to take shelter! Anyhow, he had decided to grin and bear it until he had come to a perfect place to take shelter, a nice depression in the side of a small ravine. The problem was, it was too shallow to keep him dry, so Todd had decided to dig into it a little bit. The mud came away easily. Too easily. It wasn't until water was spewing out of the mud wall that Todd realized that he had just dug a hole in an old Eramaan levee.
Well you can probably guess what happened from there. The dike burst eventually, washing Todd and the muddy water down the mountain with it, leaving the unfortunate fox somewhere in the middle of the forest, lost an disorientated. He had managed to get out of the main current of the mudslide, and he eventually slowed to a stop. As any creature knows, getting a leg stuck in mud is one thing, getting it out is the other, especially when he had both hind legs properly submerged. Took him the rest of the day to get free of the mess. The following morning (he had slept like a log after exhausting himself try to extract his legs), the red fox awoke blind. After a brief episode of panic, he realized that he had mud caked on his eyes, and no amount of scratching and pawing could dig it off. Had Todd not blindly stumbled upon a small pond, he may have starved.
After an hour spent washing the mud from his eyes and the rest of his body while he was at it, Todd was exhausted and weak with hunger. Had the fox not had enough foresight in the past to store his various caches of leftover meat at various places on the island, he may have perished. After all, he was too weary to go look for berries or fruits, and the starches in most grasses didn't agree with him. So, when Todd had miraculously discovered his food storage near Foresta, he did not care the relative danger he was putting himself in being so near the capital, nor the fact that the scent of blood tended to permeate the surrounding air with ease. All he could think of was one thing: Meat had never tasted so good.