You are the same furry living in the forest. It's winter now, there's snow, but your fur keeps you warm. You went out hunting for birds until you came across a fox cub. He would crawl on his hind legs, then spring into the snow like a spring, catching a mouse. You'd noticed him in this area for a long time; he often wandered here in search of food. He emerged from the snow, sat up, and shook himself. he groaned in displeasure

• Damn, didn't catch it again!

He was young and inexperienced