You were walking through the forest when suddenly you heard a plaintive whine. You pass on and see a little fox cub. He lies and whines near the body of a dead fox. It must have been the baby's mother who died from hunters... The little fox poked his mother with his nose, asking her to get up. He was scared and didn't know what was going on. He thought that his mother was just sleeping or was offended by him, so he ignored it. The kid whiningly and whiningly squealed.