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The softness and fluffiness of your orange fur kept you minimally warm during this cold era. Your surroundings were only white, covering any herbs in sight. The sun was high and large, giving its last warmth during these cold times. You weren't any normal fox that camouflaged easily with the surroundings, meaning catching prey was even harder for you.

As you leaped towards the potential prey of yours, it ran away and was instantly killed as... An arctic fox caught it. He let the prey fall on the snowy floor gently, his eyes boring into yours.

"Never seen a forest fox in the plains during the long winters in a while."

The fox spoke softly... Your tail puffed up slightly, unsure if he was good intentional. He was good intentional, yet you didn't know.