The mother and her kit featured above! :3
Adamant;
Utterly unyielding.
Not giving up.
Fear, Love, Courage and Hope. The feelings that that mother felt while she was bolting through the forest being enveloped in flames, her tail dragged on the ground as embers barraged at her bushy orange tail streaming behind her. Her body looked as if it was another flame of the monster destroying her home. Jumping over logs burning to ashes, and crawling under fallen logs she barreled up the forest slope through any crack in the fire she could find.
Soon the whole forest would be one raging fire and she would be trapped, all her paths covered in the evil flames. But not if she hurried to her kit even faster.
Adrenaline pulsed through her dainty body, giving her a speed boost and more courage. The fire burnt her pads less as she rectified all her focus into saving her kit. All she wanted to do was to get her and her kits safely out of the hellish forest, and grow them up to blithe, robust, foxes. Was that too much to ask for?
She took a swift look over her shoulder found that the path she had taken was closing in with fire, nothing more than a mouse length of space left! Maybe she could jump over the flames!
Alleviation flooded through her as her den came into sight. She blinked her burning orange eyes as she writhed her way into her den, her eyes now watering.
Stumbling along she reached her fourth kit, which was mewling in fear. Picking up her kit with blurry eyes she squirmed out of the small den she once shared happy moments with her kits in. The vixen stumbled out and took one last blurry glimpse of her home. She would never see it again. Her heart wrenching she raced down the slopes the fire nipping at her heels.
Her kit hissing in pain as the fire bit at his tail that one day, might not grow as bushy as his mother, if they didn't get out of the woods. Fast.
Racing through the forest making great leaps over walls of the combustion she got in the thick of the coppice she came to a clearing of poplar trees. No fire was biting at the long grasses of the small clearing.
Skidding to a halt in the middle of the moonlit clearing she took deep breaths and took in her surroundings.
Leafs of proportional shades of red scattered through the clearing and into the blazes on the other side. Wind blew from behind sweeping her tail to her side. Smoke clouded up the air, shielding the moon making the clearing gloomy. The strong tang of burnt spruce and smoke choked her and her kits nostrils. The raucous sea of flames sounded all around her.
A dark raven sat on a branch of a poplar which astonishingly, was not being attacked by the murderous wrath of the inferno. The shady bird let out a somber cry that echoed through the noisy forest, warning the creatures in the forest, if any, that death was to come to a courageous soul.
The sapped vixen shivered in angst at the ravens cry. Her gaze shot to the raven sitting wickedly on the branch high above. The shine in her titian eyes changed from a shine of hope and courage to a shine of fear. The raven peered down at her and springed of the branch sending amber leaves toppling onto her head. Silently he flew off into the bleary sky. The fire began to close in at once.
Her kit whimpered in distress and began choking on the smoke. She put her dark paw a step forward beginning to pad toward the other end of the clearing. Dread shot through her body from her pointy muzzle grasping her kit, to her ember burnt tail tip as she realized her path was completely covered, too high to dive over. Bile rose in her throat.She began to shiver and whimper in fear as all her hope, and courage left at once, coming off in waves of stress.
