When Max got word from Aveline regarding his cousin Darrel, he cringed. 
Maxwell Blackburnadeaux, the German shepherd-raccoon hybrid anthropomorphic grunge bassist and enchanted assassin, has never been one to attend to jealousy fits far too often. Darrel, however, has always pissed Maxwell off. Fucking ALWAYS. Ever since he was a very young cub, long before his incredible destruction and reawakening, Max felt a sense of bitter envy towards his foxcoon cousin. Max envied Darrel's good looks, his whimsical charm, his scraggly demeanor… and his incessant chick-magnet prowess. Max wanted his libido, yearned for his drive, desired more than anything to pinpoint his very methods of wooing beautiful anthro-women straight from their panties without even a moment's hesitation. Max also wanted to punch the living shit out of his cousin, just for good measure. Lucky jerkwad.
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Aveline Anchester (aka Sin-Wolf) has made many contacts throughout the course of her bounty hunting career: Barley the wire terrier (a lifelong friend of hers); Edmond and Dorian, both wolves; Trun the dolphin… Damien. Fucking Damien. Oh, so many amazing furs she'd take a bullet for and then some, while others she'd just as soon despise until her very own bloody, gunfire-blinding, incredulous demise. She'd developed connections, befriended trustworthy furs near and far and made quite a notorious reputation amongst those who sought only to bring pain and misery unto her. Sin had plenty of timely exposure to early methods of security dispersal though, a mixed blessing and curse in disguise. She always found a way to keep a step ahead of the opposition. 
One such friend and dependable tracking assistant who helped Sin-Wolf keep those steps in order is a raccoon named Danya Hernandez-Avila. 
Born into a poverty-stricken family in Tijuana, Danya immigrated into the US by way of her uncle, a Timberwolf named Fernandez. After he smuggled the infant cub across the US/Mexico border (patrolled by rabid feral hounds led on leashes held by trigger-happy Cuban missionaries with nothing to lose, privately funded and hired by the Trump family), Uncle Fernandez was captured and convicted. He was exiled and all but forgotten about, for anyone who would remember him had either been captured or killed by Trump's mercenaries.
Before the local Texas authorities did away with the large timberwolf-anthro, they opted to seek out a suitable home for the young raccoon. Upon searching diligently, she was eventually placed in a foster home for wayward young cubs in Odessa County, Texas. She grew up knowing only one thing - that she was a fat ugly slut who liked cock. At least, that was what the other girls always forcibly insisted upon her, telling her time and time again, usually while poking at her breasts or buttocks with hair and eyeliner brushes. One girl, a salamander named Sally, opted to carve her initials upon Danya's forehead. Before she got that chance, a young wolfdog cub-girl with long silver gleaming hair and fetching yellow eyes wrapped her long, slender canine arms around Sally's neck, planting her into a formidable choke-hold. After Sally awoke in a confused daze, Danya and the wolfdog girl got sent to the attic on time-out for this little stunt, but that was okay - at least they didn't have to put up with Slippery-tits and her chump posse downstairs. Danya eventually befriended the young wolfdog girl, named Aveline. They endured times both good and bad during their time at the orphanage. As tough as it was to see their close friends be sent away, only to be replaced by potential new ones, Aveline and Danya maintained a close, steady bond. Aveline didn't often like to talk about her past history, her biological parents or her personal love interests to anyone. She was always quite reserved in that regard… until she felt comfortable enough to open up to Danya. One rainy day in the attic convinced her at last to come clean with another and when she did, the raccoon hugged her and they shared tears of relief and recuperation from their incredible woes. This was how Sin-wolf and Danya managed to befriend one another… and since then, their friendship and trust in one another has thrived significantly.
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While on extended holiday in Texas, Maxwell received a new message on his answering machine. He pressed the play button and an automated message chimed in, telling him he has, one, new, message. A beep paved the way to her beautiful golden soothing wolfdog voice:
"Hey Max! This is Aveline. Y'know, your super-hot and bitchin' wolf-shep-mix giiiiiirlfriend? Yeah, that's the same Sin-Wolf. So listen up, coonboy: my friend Danya told me she met this really dumb and self-centered asshole foxcoon who claims to be your cousin. For real?! Why didn't you tell me you had a foxcoon cousin, honey? Are you embarrassed of him? If so, I understand - there's a couple relatives I'd much rather do without as well. Haha, but I'm getting ahead of myself. Max, she told me he wants to take her out to Medina River for a refreshing swim. Isn't that a freaking laugh? Anyways, please don't be offended, but your cousin… well, he kinda-sorta came up on our hit-list. Not sure why. Has Darrel been involved in anything particularly deep that you're aware of, Max? I know you're good at keeping your word but I need to know if you are indeed aware of any funny business that he may be involved in. Anything at all? I mean, you doubt he's harmful, right? How bad could he be? He is related to you, after all. Jeez. Anywho, I'd like to keep watch on Danya's interaction with him, if I'm - no, if we're able to… just to take extra special preliminary cautions, in case he does happen to be dange-" 
The machine clicked abruptly and the grating automated voice spoke up again, giving the time and date of recording, both horrendously wrong. The second message was announced and began to play. "Argh! Fucking machines! They never last long enough, do they? Dammit, where was I? Oh yes, Darrel and Danya. I think we should both just… hide in a tree or a bush somewhere, maybe keep tabs on them across the river, not sure! However, we really should consider it. Do you trust your cousin, Maxwell? If not, you trust me, right? I trust you nevertheless. Let me know what you decide. And Max, Danya is one of my oldest friends. If something were to happen to her… well, how could you forgive someone with a price on their head? Make the right choice. I love you, shep-coon. Talk to you soon!" 
A click, followed by dull silence. Max was already halfway out of his own apartment's doorway by the time the answering machine announced the end of any and all new messages, on his way to Aveline's home for further details on his Cousin Darrel's background history, Danya's current location near the Medina River… and to share a sparkling glass of sweet tea with Aveline Anchester, better known to most as Sin-Wolf.
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When she answered the knock at her front door a couple hours later and saw her shep-coon fellow hitman standing with a cocked grin and a tangled mess of dirty blonde dreadlocks upon his cheeks and muzzle, she pulled him in by his shirt collar and slammed the door shut, locking it behind her. Instead of engaging in steamy hot raunchy illegal-in-thirty-six-states fuck-me-harder-dammit sex with him, Sin-wolf offered Maxwell a golden opportunity to stick it to his womanizing foxcoon cousin, which he accepted with swift haste and a grin of dire satisfaction curled upon his cheeks. The world really was a small one, after all. This would be Maxwell's opportune chance to fuck with the biggest douchebag of all time. 
FINITO