Watership Down: Untold Legend [Fox!Reader]

Chapter One: Dreams and Beginnings

Three days.

It's been three days since you've woken up. Three days of keeping to yourself.

It's three days later that, for the first time—

"...P-PLEASE HAVE MERCY!"

—another creature speaks to you.

Your mouth is open and you gape at the small prey— yes prey, your mind remembers that word— you've caught. It squirms under your paw, sobbing and begging for its little life.

Your stomach snarls— and the little thing screams, "PLEASE! PLEASE! I H-HAVE A FAMILY! YOU-YOU DON'T NEED TO DO THI—!"

"—You can talk?!"

The little rodent freezes, still as stone.

You still feel it's frantic heartbeat beneath your paw.

Large black eyes peak passed it's raised paws, "Y-you...speak Common Hedgerow? A fox?"

You pause and tilt your head "I'm...a fox?"

The being's face is blank, and you growl at the lack of response.

The thing cries out, curling up up fright, "W-wait!"

You quiet and narrow your eyes.

"Ah...aha...ha..." It coughs, "I must be going insane...oh frith, please guide me back to my sanity because I've lost it..."

You bare your teeth, "Whose Frith?"

The prey ignores you, still muttering to itself.

You snarl, "Hey! Whose Frith?!"

"Gah!" They cover their head, "S-STOP!"

You do.

The creature turns back to you, "I'm s-sorry but! Frith is... T'k-chi-rii—!" They close their eyes, "Frith is... That!"

You follow their finger up, "...You mean the sun?"

"No!"

Another growl slips through your sharp teeth, "You're not making sense!"

"It's—! The one who created this world! The one who made you and me...!"

You sit, your black paw still holding on the other down, "You mean like...a god?"

"S-sure!"

"Oh...okay." You nod your head... and lean down.

"H-hey! WAIT! DON'T EAT—!"

"What are you?"

"..." Your giant face is right in front of theirs. Nose nearly pressed to its neck. The prey swallows, fighting to find words, "I-I'm a...Rikk-chiki-ki!"

Your ears fold back from the harsh noise. You try and fail at pronouncing such a word. The way they said it sounded like a garbled chirp of some kind.

He sees this and clears his throat, "B-but! In common tongue i-it means Squirrel!"

"...S..quirrrrrrel."

"Squirrel!"

Your nose crinkles with thought, "S...quirrel, Squirrel."

"Y-yeah!" The squirrel's happiness is false, but it still forces a smile.

"Hm...thank you."

They gulp, your teeth still near their face, "Y-you're W-welcome...!"