As the man throws you, you attempt to change your trajectory and dodge the box. Your mind told you that you would miss the box, then flee from the situation unharmed. In reality, you simply hit the box harder than you would have, and collapsed in a pile of fur who you hissed feline obscenities at the men. "What'dya know? It's a cat." "Thought those little buggers went extinct ages ago." "Boss'll reward us nicely, hehehe." One of the men slammed the box's door shut.
It was several hours later, not that you could tell, but it felt like several hours, that the box opened again. A white, furred hand picked you up, and a queer figure examined you top to bottom. "Hm... yes. This is a cat all right. I thought we killed these vermin of ages ago. No matter, his pelt will sell-"
"Um... Boss..." One of the humans said, interrupting what could now be made out as an anthropomorphic red fox.
"Oh, what is you you blasted naked ape!?" The fox yelled at the man.
The man hesitated to speak. "W-well... it's... a girl."
The fox begins examining you more closely. "Yes... it is a female... which means her pelt can be sold for more!" The fox laughs, the tosses you back to one of the humans. The fox leaves the tent, and the man holding you whispers into your ear.
"Can you speak?"
What do you say?
A. "..."
B. "H- h- hello?"
C. "I- I think so..."
D. "Yes, I can speak."
E. "Of course I can speak! But you never gave me to opportunity to do so! No release me!"
F. "Mew?"
G. Other
Geary: That means you get a companion for four levels, then it gets an upgrade.
Draykin: A very PAINFUL upgrade.
* Digital_Vulpine eeps, since the rules don't specify that I'm exempt from the psychic link that Wizards have with their familiars. o_o;
Geary: GET YOUR PET DRUNK.