Tod and Vixey, after the stressful events Tod had went through he and his mate were finally alone in the forest, safe from hounds or hunters. They built themselves a nice deep den far from others while being close to a water source. It was perfect.
Eventually mating season arrived, Tod completely oblivious… he was sheltered most his life after all. Thankfully Vixey explained to him with the softest, most supportive attitude. Tod could tell it meant a lot to her and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want cubs with her… even if he doubted his parental skills.
Soon, spring arrives. The birth of their six children finally arrived. As the days went on, each cub gained their own unique personality, some mischievous, most classy like their mother… there was one cub though. One who completely distanced himself from everyone else, Sammy. Tod was the most worried about him.
One night, years later, Sammy snuck out the den, he was on his way towards where he thought hounds would be, especially considering he’d never seen one before and he wanted to prove to his stupid sister, Pixie that he could take one down, no problem.
He sniffs the cold dark air the forest had to offer. In the distance he saw nothing… he smelt nothing. He was going to turn around and call it a day when something suddenly jumps in front of him. He practically screams like a girl and jumps back near the edge of the cliff he was on, losing his balance. Right before he slipped that same very figure quickly bit his tail and pulled him up.
He was shaking with fear, his breathing uneven… that was too close, even for him. Finally his eyes focus on his savior… another fox. They looked different though, something was weird about their fur.
“Who… who are ya?”