Trixie snored loudly, sore from sleeping on stone. A sharp nip to her foreleg woke her up. "Get up, idiot. You need to clean out the dens. Now." Trixie opened her mouth to speak, but quickly snapped it shut when Beta gave her a warning glare and a snap of her fangs. The Omega trailed out, tail between her legs. She headed towards the pup-nursery, stepping back when a mother growled. "I'll get the pups out first, you impatient mongrel. Come on, Squeak, Paw~" two light-ginger pups yawned, opening their blue eyes wide and following their mother, while Trixie got smacked roughly in the face with the mom's tail. Tears stung her eyes and she whined, stepping into the den and piling the moss outside. She repeated the process with every other den, leaving each stinky pile of moss just piled around. She headed to her den for a quick nap.
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Sharp fangs dug into Trixie's scruff and she was dragged into the clearing full of angry foxes. "LEAVING OLD MOSS IN THE CLEARING AND THE DENS EMPTY!? YOU IDIOT!" Alpha barked into her face, saliva flying. "Um... I forgot. I mean- permission t-to s-s-speak?" Alpha's strong paw smashed down onto her muzzle, keeping her from speaking. "No. You. Do. NOT."
With a sudden surge of anger, Trixie leapt up and ran as fast as she could, hearing pawsteps behind her. She smelled something familiar and unwillingly followed it, slamming into a tree and slumping on her side, clutching her foreleg. Her pelt brushed the rough bark and she pressed against it, covering her eyes as the patrol of foxes took menacing steps forward. One of them opened their jaws to deliver a painful attack before something attacked them. It was such a familiar scent... until Trixie realized something. Her savior was Iron.
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Ginger Forest
PertualanganTrixie is a pet fox, raised by humans. One day, her owners get arrested for illegally owning her and she is released... By herself. As Trixie is thrown into the vicious world, also known as "Life", she figures out just how hard it is to live on you...
