Farrow

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Midnight •Rouge Pup•

As I slunk sadly out of the she-foxes den, I looked around for a place to make a makeshift den.

I walked about a quarter mile and found a bigger than average clump of ferns. I ripped up moss from the surrounding area and placed it under the ferns. As I laid down on my moss, and the ferns protected me from the breeze cutting through the forest I felt alive.

I hadn't ever been out of camp alone before and this was my first time. I sniffed the air for any wild animals, but when I smelled only the cool night air, I laid my head down on the moss and fell asleep almost instantly.

When I awoke I was shivering. I opened my eyes to see a white blanket covering everything in the forest.

I remember my mother telling me about this. It was called snow!

I reached a paw out to touch it, but pulled it back in shock when I felt how cold it was. I sat on my hind legs and put my muzzle into the snow. This time I didn't pull away, but I took a deep breath. It smelled wonderful! It smelled of fresh, crisp rain drops and coldness too. I Yipped in excitement and pounced into the snow. I sunk up to my chest but I was to busy to notice the bitter cold biting at the tips of my ears. I dove Into a drifted pile, mouth first and got a mouthful of it. I was about to spit it out when It melted and turned into water. I tried it again and it worked! This was so cool! I never knew HeavenPack could make anything this cook I thought to myself!

When I was panting for breath I shook off best I could and crawled back into my den. I had just had too much fun to notice my growling stomach looking for food in a white wasteland.

I drifted in and out of sleep and reality for the whole night, but one thing I knew was that I was hungry at every single time.

When I fully awoke, my stomach was growling so loud I thought it would wake every single thing in the forest. Sunlight shone through the ferns and I stepped outside into the snow. I laughed as I saw my tracks and pot holes from last night, diving in and out of the snow. I saw a morning dove, and tried a stalking technique, but when it turned its head, even as I froze, it saw me a flew away. I would never be able to catch anything in white snow! I was pitch black.

After a few more flyaway birds I decided to ask for help. I trotted back to the foxes den and peeked inside. I saw the mother fox nursing her five kits. She looked peaceful. She didn't look skinny (and she was kinda on the plumper side) and she had enough nutrients to nurse 5 kits, so she must have a food source somewhere.

I gave a friendly bark and her eyes shot open. She growled at me and I whimpered.

"I thought I told you to stay away from me." She snarled.

"I.. I.." I started but she cut me off.

"Oh I suppose you want to just Waltz in here and kill me and my kits to take my den so you won't get your feetiez all cold and wet! Your so soft. Living in a pack all your life. How can you stand yourself?" She snarled. I was hurt at her tone. I took a step back but then I remembered why I was here.

" I..I need help looking for a way to find food in the snow." I whimpered "Please I haven't eaten in 3 days." She sighed and some of the dark hatred came out of her eyes.

"And what makes your think I have enough food to share this winter?" She growled again.

"Well you have enough nutrients to support 5 kits and you don't exactly look skinny....."

"What did you say?" She questioned me in an amused tone.

"Er.... nothing." I said, looking away sheepishly.

"That's what I thought you said!" she laughed. Her laugh sounded like a cool breeze blowing through the woods. Somehow it calmed me. "Well I can't leave my kits, but if you walk out of my burrow, take a left and see a big oak tree walk up to it. Put your ear against it and listen for crunching sounds. If you heard them, claw off the bark in that spot and you'll find your food." She explained. I didn't know how to thank her so I decided to just with the easiest way possible.

" Thank you Mrs. ....Er.." I looked away again sheepishly.

"Farrow." She replied "Call me, Farrow."

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