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You are standing by a tree star star star emptystar emptystar


There are 3 paths.

 

One appears to go to a jungle,
one appears to go to a cave,
one appears to go to a beach,
you could try and climb the tree,
there is a nearby shop you could go in,
or you could do something else.

 

So what's its going to be?




Illustrated by Catprog

Written by catprog on 01 April 2003

In the shop star halfstar emptystar emptystar emptystar


There is a table with a sign saying

<strong>Free Sample:</strong>
Take one

 

On the table there is a fridge with a range of liquids. Also on the table are various magical trinkets including costumes. What would you like to take, or would you like to buy something?



Written by catprog on 10 April 2003

Other star emptystar emptystar emptystar emptystar


You decide to get something else. But what?



Written by catprog on 13 December 2005

Play the VR Game star emptystar emptystar emptystar emptystar


You find a pair of vr googles.

 

You put them on and you find yourself in a game, but which one?



Written by on 06 August 2005

Adventure Game emptystar emptystar emptystar emptystar emptystar


For a moment, you sit staring at the computer screen. The game loaded so quickly, that now you’re waiting in of an opening screen. The pixels quickly formulate themselves into the backdrop of an open field on all sides of you. The faintest motion of wind rustling the thick landscape of grasses ripples across your vision, but even as the distant landscape formats with the loading page, nothing but the field is there. You shift your head, turning your gaze within the virtual reality of the game to check to your sides, but find only more of the same rippling landscape there as well. The same, golden shade of grass sprouted up from the Earth on all four sides of your body.

 

Eyebrows knitting together, you try to figure out what is supposed to be happening. “There’s nothing here” you mutter, considering trying to remove the goggles you’d placed on until you notice a selection screen. “Choose your character” flashed as fading white letters in the distant backdrop of blue sky. You read it, though you’re not sure what character to select or even how to do that.

 

You eyes scanned over everything again, noticing that a sign had been added to the game off to the left, font sketched into its surface: “Random.”

 




Written by Picklessauce69 on 08 December 2015

Custom emptystar emptystar emptystar emptystar emptystar


You still can't believe the quality of this virtual reality game, from how real the world looks to the sounds of rippling grass around yourself, gently swaying strands that rustles in a digital breeze.

 

You look back to the small sign in front of you, a small frown on your face at the sight of the word 'Random'. In your experience, anything that was up to chance could only end poorly, and you begin to look for another sign.

 

Much to your surprise, before you can fully turn, the sign before you flickers, the letters twisting and morphing into a different word entirely: 'Custom'. You smile at that, a faint chuckle escaping your throat. "Now this is what I'm talking about."

 

You head to the sign and tap it, marveling at how the game was somehow able to give you a sense of tactile immersion. As you press the sign, it glows gently; and several new options pop up, far more than you'd expected. There's the expected race and gender menus, but also a series of odd menus, like 'stance' and 'species'.

 

The only question is... Which button do you press next?



Written by SketchySeraph on 09 March 2016

Gender (Female) emptystar emptystar emptystar emptystar emptystar


Never one to beat around the bush, you go straight for the gender option, arching an eyebrow as a few more options than you had expected appear. Male and female are there, of course; but there's also categories for hermaphrodites and gender-neutral settings. You ignore the last two for now, focused on the first two selections instead.

 

While it would be nice to play this game in your natural male gender, you can't help but remember how all of your characters in roleplaying games are female. It's a dilemma, but one that only lasts a few seconds. Old habits beat natural instincts, and you press the 'female' button with a grin on your face.

 

The effects of your action are immediate, a strange sensation flowing through your form, like you've just been dipped into a warm pool. You look down and find that for form is beginning to change, your arms and legs becoming slimmer; your hips beginning to round.

 

Your scalp tingles as though someone's massaging it, and you watch as your hair grows longer and longer; until it hangs in your peripheral vision and rests against your neck.

 

You've never grown your hair out this long before, so this is quite a novel sensation, and you brush the strands that tickle your cheeks to a spot behind your ears. Of course, the most prominent change is the one to your chest, as a pair of supple breasts slowly stretch out your shirt, held tight against the fabric. You can't help but let out a small moan at the feeling of how tightly your clothing is hugging you in some places, and you hurriedly undo the top two buttons of your shirt.

 

You know that you should probably be more modest, given that you're apparently now a woman; but you also realize that you're in a videogame. The judgment of a few pixels doesn't bother you in the least, and you look down to find yourself staring at a modest pair of breasts.

 

Naturally, you let your hands wander to them, squeezing each gently only to moan as a spike of sensation shoots through your form. That was unexpected; somehow that really felt... Real, for lack of a better term. You grin and make a mental note to explore your form later, letting your hands fall back to your curvy hips as you look back to the screen.



Written by SketchySeraph on 10 March 2016

Species Change(Kitsune) star star star star star


Now that the gender was out of the way you had another choice to make; your species. Several options appear on the screen for you to choose from. Your eyes glaze over the options, several pages of choices available for you to flip through. Deciding to go with the first animal that strikes your fancy you choose the “fox” option.

 

For a moment nothing happens and you expect the virtual reality game to be a sham. However, as you start to feel frustrated, a warm sensation, like a warm breeze blowing across your skin, begins to start at your toes and fingertips. You glance down at your hands, finding rich ebony fur growing around your fingers. You find yourself smiling, feeling a sense of excitement as you grow out your new fur coat.

 

After your coat grows in and under your clothes your face begins to lengthen, your mouth and nose shaping into a brilliant muzzle. Your eyes take on a sharper look, gaining a golden gaze. You are transforming into the perfect model of an anthro red fox. There is only one thing that has not yet occurred with the change that makes you curious; you’ve not yet grown a tail. Glancing up at the screen again you find another series of options has shown up on the screen.

 

This option asks for how many tails you would like your new form to have. Any number from one to nine appears on the screen, though you think the higher numbers would be more of a potential hindrance in this adventure game. At the same time you don’t won’t to be boring either with only one tail so you look at your other options. Finally you select the box marked for two tails and hit the submit button.

 

Another moment passes before you feel a tingling sensation behind you. You glance over your shoulder, watching with amazement as a pair of long, bushy tails begin to sprout out behind you. Surprisingly there is not much pain with these transformations, you note, but rather just a warm sensation and a feeling of being stretched out in places. When your tails finally stop growing you glance at the screen, finding another set of options before you.



Written by ShatteredBeginnings on 11 November 2016

Stance Change(Quadruped) star star star star star


The last set of options that lay before you on the screen is your option for stance. You can choose to remain an anthro, become a taur, or even go into a quadruped form. You consider your options carefully; while remaining in anthro form or going into a taur form will allow you to interact with things easier, the chance to become a “normal” cute, small fox in all it’s glory is too much to pass up. You hit the “quadruped” option and await the next change.

 

This time the warmth is more intense, seeming to urge your body down on all fours. You drop forward, hands instinctively curling into fists. You can feel your bones bending and cracking, taking the shape of your new form. You gasp out, your entire body structure changing into a much smaller form. You squeeze your eyes tightly closed, waiting until the change will be over.

 

It takes a full minute or so for the change to take place. Eventually the warmth fades and you feel more comfortable, more natural in your pose. You open your golden eyes to find that the scenery around you has changed.

 

For miles around you there appears to be a lush, green grassland. High above you the sky is shining a brilliant blue. Fluffy white clouds roll within the sky and a bright sun shines down upon you, warming your fur. Your ears twitch as your eyes adjust to this new light source slowly, taking in everything that you can. Everything feels so real… it is as if you truly are a fox! This game, you realize, is more high tech than you give it credit for.

 

Taking one pawstep forward you feel something else begin to shift as well. Your thought process seems to be altering as well, individual thoughts slowing down as you truly settle into your form. Moments later your mind seems to have gone blank, replaced with the instincts and thought patterns of a true fox in the wild.

 

With your twin tails swishing you start off through the grass. There are three needs that you long to fill right now -- hunger, thirst, and a place to sleep. You don’t even think, you let your instincts guide you.

 

Scenting the air you can smell prey on the wind, as well as water. Your sharpened sense of hearing can pick up what appears to be the babbling of a small brook -- a perfect source of water for a smaller creature such as yourself.

 

Your long, slender legs lead you through the grass for a couple of minutes before you arrive at the water. You glance around, ears twitching again as you search for not only sounds of prey but for other predators as well. You don’t know what you could potentially face in this world, only that you must be prepared to take whatever steps are necessary in order to ensure your survival.

 

After you confirm that there are no other predators in the area you must now figure out what it is you’re going to hunt. Your stomach is running on empty and the option for smaller, easier to catch prey is available. But you must also consider the fact that if you go after the harder to catch, larger prey that it will fill you up more and give you the energy you need to find a den.



Written by ShatteredBeginnings on 27 November 2016

Go After Larger Prey emptystar emptystar emptystar emptystar emptystar


You decide to go after larger prey. Though it could be tougher to get you feel fairly confident that you’ll succeed. Tuning into your senses you check what is available and almost immediately the scent of a rabbit catches your interest. Licking your lips you drop to a crouched position and start to move through the grass once more. There must be a warren around here, you realize, which meant this could be a perfect place to live. Prey, water… all you’d need after this was a good place to sleep and you’d be set!

 

Lowering your nose to the ground you begin to search for signs to tell you how close your potential prey is. The large ears atop your head twitch, straining to hear even the slightest movement in the grass. Your head turns this way and that, catching sound, but you are still getting used to your new body. Instinct might be strong, but you still have a ways to go before you are a perfect fox. Right now your actions almost resemble that of a younger fox, one inexperienced with the world. But you’ll learn.

 

With each pawstep drawing you closer to the first bit of prey. Is this the rabbit you were seeking? A quick scent of the breeze tells you no, that this is, in fact, a porcupine and a dangerous prey animal to try and go after. Your ears flicked back, a low growl building in your throat as you catch another scent nearby too. The scent of another fox…

 

…The question is, do you confront this trespasser or do you keep up your hunt?



Written by ShatteredBeginnings on 10 December 2016

Confront The Trespasser! emptystar emptystar emptystar emptystar emptystar


You are a wild animal now and this is YOUR territory. You’re not just going to let someone else waltz in and start taking your prey! Floofing up your fur you start stalking through the grass once more. The intruding fox is another vixen and thus only a threat to you. You are, by no means, willing to share territory with another fox until you secure yourself a mate and the dominant position for your territory.

 

When you find the other vixen she has killed and is eating the prey that you yourself turned your nose up at -- the porcupine. A territorial dispute is about to start and you feel damned sure that you won’t be given up anything in this fight. The fur around you is raised, particularly along your bushy tail, making you seem larger and more intimidating.

 

You ignore the fact the other vixen is eating and lunge for her right foreleg, aiming to clamp your jaws down upon the upper part of her leg. The other vixen lets out a screech, your attack successful. Blood pools into your mouth as you clamp down harder, hoping to stress the bone and give this other fox something to remember you by. But you’re neglecting one fact -- she can fight too.

 

The other vixen snaps at your left ear since you are more or less facing her direction. The other vixen is less than pleased with you interrupting her meal, and it seems that she had the same sort of mindset as you did about the area. This is a prime territory… there was bound to be competition for it.

 

Though you feel pain it merely fuels the anger you feel towards the other female for invading the territory you’re trying to claim. You let out a snarl, snapping your jaws upward towards the other vixen’s face now. A yelp and the firm feel of her flesh in your mouth tells you that your attack was a success. You feel a bit of pride -- you could do this! You were going to win this territory and keep it, come Hell or high water!

 

The battle waged on for another minute or two, the snapping of jaws, drawing of blood, and fur flying filling the scene. But at last your efforts paid off as the other vixen backed down, turning tail before running away.

 

You were victorious!

 

Now you could lay claim to not only your prize of the territory but the rest of the other vixen’s meal as well. You padded closer to the porcupine, mindful of the quills as you lowered your head to the soft belly and began to feed. The bloody meat was good, easing the pangs of hunger that were within your gut as you ate more and more from the creature. After a while you felt full and you drew away from the remains of the kill. Now you had to figure out what to do next.



Written by ShatteredBeginnings on 27 December 2016

Locate a Den emptystar emptystar emptystar emptystar emptystar


The natural thing to do, at least in your mind, was to go den hunting for now, or at least find a suitable area for one to be dug. Delicate paws lead you on, pressing through the grasses as you sought a location on higher ground. While being near the water was a good think you also wanted to make sure that your den was far enough away that if the waters swelled your den wouldn’t get swallowed up by the flood.

 

So up a hill you began to climb, paws testing the earth here and there to make sure that it was still suitable for digging. Digging in an area where the earth was too hard wouldn’t be good either, you knew, so you were being cautious. Every so often you scented the air too, making sure that the vixen didn’t come back to try and fight once more. You felt pretty satisfied that you had run her off, though it never hurt to be sure.

 

Finally, after a couple minutes of climbing you glanced back down the hill. The brook seems far enough away that even if it flooded it should not affect the den you plan to make. Though, just to be certain, you check the area a bit more thoroughly for signs of another den.

 

What you find brings you joy; an abandoned badger set, while not the most ideal location, shows you that another creature has lived her successfully. After carefully checking it out you head inside, starting to remove the old traces of the other creature and mark the den with your scent instead. You know you will also need to work on lengthening the den too, for this is not big enough for a family of foxes. But at the same time you feel satisfied, glad that you’ve found a place where you’ll be able to raise your future young. Your mind is completely focused on the survival of a fox now, rather than that of a human.

 

Bit by bit you work, using your paws carefully to scoop out the dirt behind you as you try to get the den ready. The scent of soil fills your nose, the sound of your own digging reaching your ears. Though you’re working on your den you keep your senses alert, hoping that you’re right in the fact the other vixen has gone far away. While you are not afraid to face her again if she returns you know that things would be easier if she simply stayed away from the area.

 

The day begins to wear on as you continue to work tirelessly, feeling your body move almost mechanically as you make sure the den is perfect for your future family.

 

It is well past nightfall by the time you finish your digging, your chest rising and falling as you emerge from the den once more. Your golden eyes take a moment to readjust to the light outside, taking on a light glow as you look around. This, night, is when a fox is usually most active. Your ears twitch as you listen to the sounds around you once more.

 

Insects, the scurrying of paws in the undergrowth, and the distant sound of the water moving reach you. These are calming sounds, and slowly you feel your heartbeat get back to normal. From what you can tell with your sharpened senses there doesn’t seem to be any other predators in the area at the moment, save for one...

 

...another fox.

 

But this is not the vixen from before, you realize. This fox is different, a male. A potential partner for you. You cast one last look at your den as you make your decision.



Written by ShatteredBeginnings on 08 January 2017

Go See The Male Fox emptystar emptystar emptystar emptystar emptystar


After making sure that your den is the way you want it you decide the next step is definitely find a mate. The male fox that you’ve scented in your territory can potentially be that mate, providing that you two click. You’ll both share a common need; the need to reproduce and create the next generation.

 

With long strides you seek the male out. This time it takes a bit longer to find the other fox, though you eventually find him.

 

He’s a beautiful shade of red, a bit deeper than your own, with a sleek muzzle and thoughtful eyes. The moment he lays eyes on you his ears perk up curiously and he takes a step forward. There is no aggression in his posture, no signs betraying that he is annoyed with your presence. No, quite the opposite, it seems that he is interested in you too.

 

You two close the distance between you, noses touching as you take in each other’s scents. Things seem to be going well with the male as you guys interact, your own actions inviting as you get to know each other.

 

Finally it seems that the stage of introduction is complete and he gives you a tender lick between the ears, as if trying to comfort you. You sit, staying close to the male fox as he curls around you. At least, you think to yourself, you now have a mate. You two will become the dominant pair in this part of the territory and someday you will have young together. Maternal instinct is already part of you, though it is not yet your season to mate.

 

So for now you settle yourself beside your new mate, enjoying in his company and warmth as he begins to clean your beautiful red coat. His tongue slides across the soft fur, making it fluff out a little more. It is a soothing motion to you, and slowly you close your eyes, drifting off into a light slumber.



Written by ShatteredBeginnings on 22 January 2017

Have Kits With Your Mate emptystar emptystar emptystar emptystar emptystar


When mating season rolls around you are ready, and without further ado you and your mate proceed with the process that will give you kits. It has been a bit of time since you’ve mated and you can feel the new lives stirring in your belly. You are unsure of how many you will have but with your gut rounding out you know for sure that some are on the way. Your mate sticks close to you during this time, making sure that you are cared for while you are pregnant.

 

Though you are working to try and keep yourself fed as well you know that you must take caution during this time. Being pregnant can leave you a bit more vulnerable to other predators though luckily there doesn’t seem to be anything too much bigger than you in the area at this time. There is one concern you have, however. A badger that has been sniffing around your den.

 

Badgers, being creatures with nasty tempers, are a real threat to the little ones that are growing in your belly. They will sometimes attack, kill, and even eat young fox kits. Luckily you’d planned a bit ahead, making extra exit holes for a total of three in your current den. This allows some room in case of an attack for you or your little ones to get out safely.

 

With a content, full belly of squirrel meat you head back to the den. It is about mid day and the warm spring sun feels nice upon your back. You look forward to the warmer months when food is more plentiful and your babies are born. Though once that happens you’ll need to stick around the den to guard it from that badger and make sure he knows to keep his nose out from where it doesn’t belong!



Written by ShatteredBeginnings on 05 February 2017

The Kits Arrive emptystar emptystar emptystar emptystar emptystar


When the beginning of summer comes so do your little ones. You give birth to two healthy kits, a boy and a girl. They are incredibly little, their eyes still closed and ears not yet open to the world. You feel proud, a job well done, but now comes the hard part. Parenthood.

 

Gentle licks are given to each of your kits to clean their fur from the birth. Your mate has come into the den as well, sniffing at the newborns that you feel fiercely protect of already. You let out a light warning growl, letting him know that these are your babies and you will do anything to protect them from anyone. Your mate wouldn’t hurt the little ones though and join you in cleaning them.

 

Once the little ones are clean they wiggle close to your side and begin nursing. It is a new sensation to you, though not necessarily an unwelcome one. You know that the milk you provide is necessary for the survival of the two kits, at least until they can start eating meat. Though that day is fairly far off and right now you need to take things one day at a time.

 

Your mate will care for you and the kits while they are still very young. You won’t be able to leave the den for very long even after they get bigger but you do not mind that. Spending time with your kits is something you look forward to. Your old life has been pretty much forgotten as you live these realistic game, focusing on your new life as a female fox. You don’t even think about the past, your thought process more limited to what you do now.

 

Each time one of the kits squirms or lets out a little whimper you check on them, licking their little heads. They will be safe, come hell or high water. You will defend them.



Written by ShatteredBeginnings on 13 February 2017

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As the weeks go on your mate brings you food to keep you going strong. Finally the first day for the kits to go out of the den is upon you two and you lead them out. The area outside of your den will act as a play area and meeting place. They won’t be allowed to go far for their own safety. But that’s alright, especially because for the time being as the vixen you won’t be leaving the den and when you do it will only be for brief periods of time.

 

Your gaze shifts to your little ones, thoughtfully watching over them. The boy and the girl have already settled into their natural dominance roles -- a submissive daughter and a dominant son. You do not mind this. You know in every litter there is bound to be those that are submissive. You give a loving lick to your daughter’s head, waiting for your children to start exploring the new addition to the territory they were allowed in.

 

Your son begins to explore first, curiously sniffing at the grass beneath his paws. The warm sun that filters down through the trees onto your bodies feels nice, and you feel completely content just to let your little ones roam a bit. Walking ahead of your daughter you lay down, resting your head on your paws as you watch over the little ones. Your mate on the other hand is off hunting, especially because the little ones are being introduced to meat. It will take a lot of effort and cooperation to keep all of you alive.

 

But you do not feel worried. No, you feel confident that you will all survive and that your family will continue to grow. The soft feel of fur upon your own alerts you that your daughter would rather stay by your side for now than explore the new playsite. You do not mind, you want to keep them close for now and so the fact she is a bit hesitant on her first day is no problem at all.



Written by ShatteredBeginnings on 21 February 2017

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A soft snort comes from you when you scent something else on the wind. Immediately you get to your paws, urging first your daughter and then your son back into the den. The kits are bewildered, not sure what is going on, but do as you motion for them to do. Then you sit outside the opening to the den, ears pinned back and fur bristling.

 

Sure enough here comes the badger that was sharing the territory with your family. He is sniffing the ground, searching for an easy meal, and you can feel your naturally defensive nature kick in. Your kits are in the den... And this badger can be a real threat to them. You need to run him off... Because if he gets in the den with your little ones it will all be over.

 

You dig your claws into the ground, ears pinned back as you stand your ground. The badger is watching you wearily, though still edging closer much to your dismay. If your mate had been there it would have been easier to defend the den... But right now it is you alone. You will need to be careful to not let the badger slip past you into the den.

 

When the badger gets too close you snap your jaws in it’s direction, hoping the motion will at least startle it into backing up some. He does just that, turning his lumbering head in your direction. It is now or never.

 

Charging forward you snap your jaws at the other creature again. The badger snaps back, but keeps backing away, neither of you getting a hold on the other or drawing blood.

 

Your golden eyes are narrowed, lips peeled back in a snarl as you charge again. This time the badger turns tail, running off into the undergrowth. Though you don’t think this is the end of him. He will likely be back, looking for an easy meal once more. But at least for the moment your kits are safe.

 

To reassure yourself you slip into the den, going through the tunnel within until you find your little ones. Your babies are confused, but unharmed, and without further ado you begin to groom them to settle yourself down. The feeling of your heart racing will not settle right away, adrenaline pumping through you. No matter what happens you know that you must make sure your babies are safe from that badger.



Written by ShatteredBeginnings on 03 March 2017

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When your mate returns the next day all of you eat from the meat he has brought back. The kits are curious about this new source of food and while they might continue to nurse as well for a while this will gradually take over as the main part of their diet.

 

The kits were probably a bit more excited to play with the fur left over from their father’s rabbit kill. You watch them as they toss the fur back and forth, feeling happiness well in the bottom of your gut. Your kits are growing strong, getting bigger and bigger.

 

Today your daughter has no trouble exploring the new part of territory she is allowed to explore. You watch over your little ones more carefully, keeping your senses alert for that badger. But though you are wary you know in your heart that you’ll be able to defend your little ones should that badger return.

 

The rest of the day goes by uneventful for the most part, though this is good. Your kits play in the sunlight, tugging on each other {and you from time to time} as they enjoy being little. You can feel your heart go out to the young ones. It seems like just yesterday they were newborns mewling at your side.

 

You rise from where you’re laying, crossing over to the kits to give them another thorough grooming. If you thought that they had started to grow up fast now within a couple seasons they would be as big as you were. Maybe they would even leave the territory to go start families of their own?

 

But that is the life of the creature you’ve became. It is natural for a fox to grow up and possibly leave it’s parents. But your job won’t be complete until the little ones are fully grown and either go their separate ways or stick close to continue to help your family grow.

 

An ear twitches as you hear the approach of your mate once more and your gaze turns towards him. Once more he is carrying meat for the kits, though something seems wrong this time. The smell of blood, his own, is also upon him and you feel worried. Could he have run into the badger on his own?

 

Luckily, after a closer look, you see that the wounds are not as bad as you suspected they might be. The most concerning is a wound upon his left shoulder, though you are able to take a look at that and see that it is not incredibly deep. All the same you work to clean the wound, licking away the blood and dirt as the kits stick close to the two of you. They seem uncertain of what is going on, but you’re not too worried about them not knowing at the moment. Right now you just want to make sure your mate is taken care of.

 

As night begins to fall you usher your kits into the den. Your mate follows you, limping slightly from the wound he sustained. You’re worried, knowing that a wound like that could get worse in condition and eventually lead to the death of your mate. Sure it wasn’t deep but if it got infected it could be a real problem. Only time will tell what will become of your mate and the fate of your little ones as well.



Written by ShatteredBeginnings on 15 March 2017

When Fall Rolls Around emptystar emptystar emptystar emptystar emptystar


With the coming of fall your kits have grown strong. It is growing later in the season, starting to get colder, son soon you’ll be worrying about making the next generation of foxes. Your mate has luckily pulled through with his wound, bearing a scar to tell the tale. But at least he is alive, and so are you. For almost a full year you’ve lived your life as a vixen. Your way of life has changed completely but there is nothing within you that remember the life you once had. So, in that respect, you don’t miss what was lost. Not your gender, nor your species. You are happy as you are.

 

Golden gaze shifts over your kits as they leave the den, possibly for what might be the last time. Your son seems to have shown signs of wanting to go off and start his own life... You figure it is only a matter of time before he does so. Your daughter however is more of a mystery as to what she will do... Though you won’t mind if she sticks close by. In the end she could help with the next litter of kits that you and your mate produce.

 

As you leave the den yourself you feel the warmth of the sun, your gaze shifting over the territory you’d claimed. You’d survived your first year. You’d lived your first year to the fullest... And the only thing left to do was keep on living.



Written by ShatteredBeginnings on 24 March 2017


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