I wake up from a deep and refreshing slumber and my stomach growls. I stretch and groan, not wanting to have to hunt. I squeeze into the tunnel that connects my main den to my food storage, hoping to find something there, but I sigh sadly when the storage area is empty.
"I guess I could go for a hare," I mumble. I step out of my den into the morning sunlight of Pine Cove. Looking around, I sniff the air, hoping to smell some prey close to my den. I pick up a scent of something, unsure of what it is at first.
I sneak up on it when I get close enough, not caring to check the wind direction because it's barely a breeze. I pounce on the hare, swiftly killing it. I grasp its scruff in my jaws and trot back to my den, hungry for a meal. I enter my den and set down the hare on the ground.
I start to pick the hare apart, enjoying the taste of the freshly killed animal. I hungrily dig into the hare, not caring about the blood getting on my red fur.
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Foxes of Pine Cove
Fantasy[WIP] like, VERY unfinished like there are less than 5 full paragraphs rn but when it's done i want it to be about like Fern and Caribou are out minding their own business and bump into each other while hunting. Fern wants to be nice and friendly t...
