A new morning breeze swept through the den.Ash squirmed beside me.I kicked her with a hind leg.She sat up her gray coat ruffled and dirty.she had misty gray with with darker specks along her back.
"Sorry,"she murmured.I sat up and stretched.The cool fall air felt amazing.My red fur had grown thicker with the changing seasons.Ashes brown eyes searched the den for food.
"Dads not back yet,"I said.She glanced at me then ventured over to the dens entrance.our den was dug below a hill, just below the slope.I sat next to her admiring the fall forest.Mother looked more like me.Her res fur always seemed perfect though.
She had silently crept up behind us.She stepped out side cautiously.Just then an all black fox pounced.Landing square on top of her.Our mother was pinned.Ash and I crept back keeping quiet.
