Sooooooo cute

I am a cub. One day I will be a strong, glorious arctic fox though. For now I have only the countless days of playing in the tundra with my brother Micki and my mother, to look forward to. But... is it really so safe out here in the tundra? I have always sensed a sensation of anxiety creep up my tail when I lay a paw outside of our cosy den, nestled into a hill side. My brother thinks I make it all up and my mother thinks I'm overly cautious... but am I? I sense dark times up ahead... what could this possibly mean?...

Here are some facts about animals. Enjoy :)