The forest around the both you was glistening with a fresh coat of rain, drops still falling from every leaf in sight as you spoke to your.... friend?

Arthur, the serpent king, had met you in this forest. You both became friends quickly, despite him being your natural predator. That was years ago, before you, the emperor of foxes, got married and had a litter of pups. However, in a stroke of anger, your husband killed off most of the litter except for one. You had him exiled andnlived peacefully (for the most part) with your last pup.

You were so proud of yourself, holding up the fuzzy pup in a triumphant grip. Arthur sat on the toppled tree trunk with you, your head in his lap as you flexed your baby to him. He listened as you coo at your pup, a ghost of a smirk playing at his lips.

The pup yaps and hisses at Arthur, still alert around the serpent-man but slowly warming up to the king.